C32 Nine Tribulation Spiritual Sword Body

After half a month of relentless downpour, the skies finally cleared.

Shen Feixue didn't stop working her sword on a block of wood, even as she enjoyed the sunlight filtering through the leaves.

"Brother, are you done yet?" a bare-bottomed boy of seven or eight asked, his hopeful gaze fixed on the wood in Shen Feixue's hands.

"Almost!" Shen Feixue replied with a smile, quickening her pace