Chapter 92: Technique Approaching the Dao, Divine Intent of Swordsmanship

Zhang Su lifted his head and looked at the sky.

Without him realizing, it had started to rain.

The drizzling rain felt a bit chilly in the night.

'I just wonder if Jiang Taizhen will still come, now that it's raining.'

Maybe he would.

Maybe he wouldn't.

Zhang Su wasn't sure.

But he continued to wait.

Time trickled by until nine o'clock.

Cold raindrops landed on his face, bringing a chill with them.

"Hm?"

Just then, Zhang Su abruptly raised his head and looked into the distance.

His keen perception had already sensed a figure up ahead, slowly approaching the drum tower.

Finally, Zhang Su saw him.

Under the cover of night, a figure slowly arrived at the base of the drum tower.

The figure was dressed in a blue robe, a longsword in hand, emerging slowly from the darkness.

Zhang Su's eyes narrowed slightly.

His gaze fell upon the figure.

"Jiang Taizhen!"

Zhang Su said slowly.

"That's right. It's me."

Jiang Taizhen had seen Zhang Su as well.