Three days later.
Inside the government office.
Zhong Shenxiu leaned against the door, watching Han Xing lead a group of Nine Elements Sect members practicing martial arts.
As an elite disciple of the Nine Elements Sect, he practiced the "Nine Elements Sword Scripture". The Qiushui Long Swallow Sword in his hand danced with silver light, which was quite a spectacle.
But in Zhong Shenxiu's view, it seemed a bit too ostentatious.
After all, martial arts were about killing the enemy in the quickest way possible; these fancy moves didn't mean much.
As Han Xing wielded his sword, the surrounding Nine Elements Sect disciples cheered loudly, their palms turning red from clapping.
Occasionally, they would cast proud glances at Zhong Shenxiu.
Zhong Shenxiu didn't even need to ask to know the meaning behind their gazes—'See that? This is the strength of a disciple from a prestigious sect, as well as the martial arts of the Xuanmen Orthodox...'
