C213 The Eight Blades of the Blood River!

The following morning, Jing Chong rose with the dawn, casting a glance at the still-quiet room where Ji Xuehe slept. He made his way to the courtyard and began to practice his knife techniques, the blade in his hand cutting through the air with precision.

The previous day's conversation had left Jing Chong reeling, but it also shed light on his father's history