Chen Ji was a man of obsession.
To achieve his goals, he would stop at nothing, even if it meant breaking his head or bleeding profusely.
He would not turn back until he had smashed into the southern wall.
He recited the "Cloud Veil" technique over and over again, determined to produce a wisp of purple energy within his meridians.
However, that radiant sword energy, as bright as the blazing sun, was even more persistent than he was...
Chen Ji sat cross-legged in the dimly lit apprentice dormitory, reciting the technique for a full hour, a total of twelve times.
Each time, the faint wisps of purple energy he produced were mercilessly severed without exception.
"This is strange," Chen Ji muttered to himself.
"The Mountain Lord's Path and the Sword Seed Path can coexist peacefully, so why can't the Cloud Veil? Is it because both the Sword Seed and the Cloud Veil are sword techniques, making them incompatible? Let me try again!"
Just as he was about to recite the technique for the thirteenth time, he heard the urgent chirping of a bird outside the courtyard.
Chen Ji recognized it as the copper whistle of the Secret Intelligence Bureau.