C611 A Martial Spirit in the Dantian

"Hah!"

"Ha …"

On a cliff in a mountain above Sword Sect, there was a man dressed in a sky-blue robe and a girl who was only three to four years old. The two of them were brandishing their treasured swords, refining them at the edge of the cliff.

Even though the little girl was very young, she was very serious when it came to learning it. Every strike was smooth and precise