Gu An entered Mystic Valley, surveying the disciples' cultivation along the way. He spotted Chu Jingfeng meditating beneath a tree, a wooden sword planted before him.
Interest suddenly stirred in him, and he turned to walk over.
"Brother Chu, what are you doing?" Gu An asked curiously.
Chu Jingfeng opened his eyes and replied, "I'm contemplating my own Sword Dao. I want to create a sword art."
"Creating a sword art? That's incredible! Why use a wooden sword? If you need a sword, just tell me!"
Gu An praised him as he took a treasured sword from his Storage Bag.
Chu Jingfeng's Storage Bag had long since been confiscated. The Spirit Stones he earned from daily chores were all kept in his room.
Facing Gu An's offered sword, Chu Jingfeng shook his head. "No need. What I seek to comprehend is a pure sword art—to comprehend the sword through my heart, not comprehend my heart through the sword."
That sounded rather impressive.
Gu An put the sword away and smiled. "If you need anything, come find me anytime."
With that, he headed toward his own pavilion.
Chu Jingfeng watched Gu An's retreating back and could sense how cheerful he was.
"Though he's weak, he always seems so happy."
Watching Gu An's back, Chu Jingfeng silently thought this, and a trace of envy could not help but rise in his heart.
He had been born into a wealthy Aristocratic Clan, yet after losing a power struggle within his Lineage, he had fallen into the fate of a prisoner. If he had been given a choice, he too would have wanted to begin as a Handyman Disciple. That way, he would not have had to bear so much.
Chu Jingfeng stopped dwelling on it and continued contemplating the sword.
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