Lu Qianqian, Li Qingyang, and the other disciples continued to Qingyang Village to carry out missions. The others began their day of cultivation, but not at the Training Ground—they had moved to an open space nearby.
Why?
Because the Wandering Swordsman named Ma Yongning was still kneeling in the Training Ground, staring blankly at his broken blade held in both hands.
By noon, the sun blazed down upon him, yet he remained unmoved, as though he had lost his soul.
Ma Yongning's blade was not of high quality, but as a Blade Master, he regarded it as his life. Now that it had been shattered, it was no different from having half his life cut away.
"Sect Master."
Su Xiaomo said weakly, "That guy is pretty pitiful. Should we give him an umbrella to shield him from the sun?"
Jun Changxiao pointed at the shattered gate in the distance and said, "My gate is even more pitiful. It was perfectly fine, yet it got kicked to pieces."
Just then, Ma Yongning rose while holding his broken blade and said solemnly, "Today, I was defeated by your sword. Elder Ma's skills are inferior to yours. One day, I will return to challenge you again!"
"Farewell!"
He put on his bamboo hat, carried his broken blade, and turned to leave.
Although the blade he regarded as life itself had been severed, he bore no grudge, for his skills had been inferior. He accepted his defeat wholeheartedly.
Ma Yongning shouted, "Only after knowing shame can one become brave; only then is one a true Blade Master!"
Jun Changxiao rolled his eyes. "Is something wrong with that guy's head?"
Ma Yongning's appearance was merely a minor interlude. Once he left, the disciples returned to the Training Ground to continue cultivating. Later, after eating