"In the next few days, your task is to condense the Sword Rhyme, to compress the Sword Rhyme into a thin light, thin enough to penetrate the body of this small fish without breaking the fish's body, leaving only a small hole."
"Huh?" Su Chen was stunned.
What kind of Plane joke is this?
How big is his Sword Rhyme now? It's basically about the size of the Ancient Dust Sword's blade, just in the form of fog and light.
He had never thought about condensing and compressing the Sword Rhyme.
Especially, compressing and condensing it to the extent that Old Mu described?
This is practically turning a large watermelon into a sesame seed!
"Once you achieve it, your Strength will take a significant leap forward." Old Mu said casually, then disappeared.
Leaving Su Chen alone.
