Looking around, the True Qi of the sword, like substance, shot out from the cracks in his sackcloth. Although it did not make a sound, it could be felt very clearly from the shape of the sackcloth swaying rapidly at those cracks. After these fragments of True Qi were forced out of his body, they did not break through the air, but flew up and down around his body in a mournful arc. Driving the...