"Swordsmanship?" Yao Ziyan picked up the Magic Phone and looked at it. "It seems quite a few people have said it differs greatly from what is practiced nowadays. Did you create it yourself?"
For an expert like Su Nan, creating a set of sword techniques herself should have been a simple matter.
"No." Su Nan shook her head. "It was a set of sword techniques I learned long ago. I feel it should be quite suitable."
She wondered whether that old ghost would be angry about this. Probably not. He was not someone who clung stubbornly to old ways.
Although he had taught Su Nan for a long time, he had never called himself her master. To that old ghost, he had only two disciples in his life, one black and one white. Su Nan did not meet that requirement, so she could only be considered half a disciple and did not need to address him as Master.
"I see." Yao Ziyan nodded thoughtfully.
"Is it a very powerful sword technique?" Luo Chuan, who had not spoken all this time, suddenly asked.
"Hm?" Su Nan blinked, not understanding why Luo Chuan had said that.
"Isn't it said that the older something is, the more powerful it is? Like ancient secret manuals and ancient magical treasures—they always seem far stronger than modern things." Luo Chuan gave a simple explanation. "That's how books always write it. Your sword technique is like that too, right?"
Yao Ziyan sighed, somewhat helpless before Luo Chuan. "Luo Chuan, the books you're talking about wouldn't happen to be novels, would they?"
She no longer had the strength to criticize Luo Chuan for occasionally saying things utterly devoid of common sense. After all, he was her boss. Since she had made this choice, she could only accept it.