Alaric brandished the Frigid Dragon Sword, causing petals of ice to fall. It was a simple sword slash, yet it carried immense power that surpassed the realm of Elite Knights!
Rosalie didn't expect him to release such formidable power without imbuing his mana into the sword.
Whoosh!
Alaric's attack even left a fissure of ice on the ground!
"Impressive swordsmanship!" Rosalie praised.
He only showed one move, but as an expert, she noticed the intricate details behind his sword strikes. The angle, the precision, and the force were perfectly balanced to deliver that slash.
Alaric sheathed his sword and bowed to her in gratitude. "Thank you for your teachings, Grand Elder."
Rosalie waved her hand. "I have cleared your doubts. If you still have more questions, you can find me there."
She pointed at a certain tree about fifty meters from them.
"My treehouse is on top of that tree."
Alaric squinted his eyes and followed the direction she was pointing.
