Han Li tossed the glistening feathered wings in his hand into the air, exhaling a stream of green mist, and swallowed them into his abdomen in one gulp.
In the time that followed, Han Li took out those damaged Azure Bamboo Bee Cloud Swords and began to refine them mouthful by mouthful, slowly restoring their spirit...
A year later, in the low sky over a nameless mountain range in the savage realm, a faint streak of green light flickered as it flew.
In the streak of light, a youth with a calm expression and hands clasped behind him was Han Li himself, having left the small mountain's hidden place months ago.
Once he repaired all the flying swords, he didn't linger at the small mountain in the slightest, instead immediately riding the streak of light straight here.
With him traveling alone, Han Li was extraordinarily cautious along the way, though he had been flying for half a year, he remained perfectly safe.
