After the two women finished discussing, they left the tavern. Xian Yin planned to get some nice fabric to make a robe for Qin Hao by hand.
Qin Hao was unaware of the two women's plans. After returning to his room, he continued to comprehend the Sword Intent Talisman, which he was almost fully grasping. With some luck, he might completely understand it today.
His cultivation talents were high, and he broke through various realms with ease, like water flowing naturally.
This Sword Intent Talisman, if given to someone else, might take them years to comprehend, but for Qin Hao, a month was sufficient.
A few hours later, in Qin Hao's room, the Sword Intent Talisman floating in front of him suddenly cracked. The cracks grew larger until the entire talisman shattered, finally transforming into a wisp of smoke and disappearing.
At this moment, Qin Hao opened his eyes, and within them, sword light flickered as if swords were clashing violently, sharp beyond compare.
