The bright moon hung high, with its cool light streaming through the window, falling on the side of the young man's face.
As the night reached its latter half, those tightly closed eyes finally opened, a glint of light flashing through the pupils.
"Go."
Qin Yang changed his spell, pointing a finger towards a small tree outside the window.
The White Jade Flying Saber hovering in front of him immediately turned into a stream of light, moving at incredible speed and easily piercing through the trunk of the small tree.
"Come back!"
Qin Yang called softly, and the White Jade Flying Saber arced back in the night, returning to his hand.
"Finally succeeded in refining it."
Qin Yang caressed the White Jade Flying Saber in his hand, speaking with joy.
"But it does consume too much spiritual power."
