After leaving the Hongtian Realm, Su Xin returned to his residence on the Sixth Sacred Mountain.

In the courtyard, Su Xin stood there, still recalling the scene of the old man in the painting swinging the bamboo pole, while he also attempted to continue practicing his swordsmanship.

However, each swing of the sword felt completely different from before.

"No, this isn't right." Su Xin frowned deeply.