After releasing his most powerful sword strike yet, Zhao Jiuge sat down and rested his chin on his knees. He looked at the endless sea of green outside the cliff.

Nine months had passed, and Zhao Jiuge’s face had become even more handsome. His appearance could attract a lot of young girls, and he had a much more reserved temperament.

The former Zhao Jiuge was like a newborn calf that was not afraid of tigers and gave off the feeling of a drawn sword, but after being in the Ponder Sword Cliff for almost a year, he had calmed his temperament. His blade was now hidden and gave off an otherworldly feeling.

Perhaps because his neck felt uncomfortable from resting his chin on his knees for too long, he leaned back and used his hands to cushion his head. He leisurely lied there with one leg crossed over the other. He was in a daze.

Zhao Jiuge had immersed himself in cultivation and comprehension of the sword, which made time pass in a flash. He had progressed to the point where he felt like he was just a paper thin layer away from reaching Elucidation, but no matter how much he tried, he could not progress. He would need actual combat experience to break through this paper-thin layer. He let out a sigh. There were still two months left in his confinement. He could only cultivate here to waste the time.

He leisurely crossed his legs and looked up while humming a song he learned while back at the...