Gu Fei was as clever as ice and snow, with a wealth of knowledge. Unlike Yun Wei, her deep meditation was interrupted often because whenever she encountered something she did not understand, she would open her eyes and ask me to explain the workings of every key point. She would then integrate my insights into her own understanding. Thus, although she lacked the influence of innate talent, she received guidance from the finest master possible.
I ranked first in the world in Sword Song on the Nine Heavens Sword Stele, and my swordsmanship was also among the top three under heaven. The Wrathful Immortal Sword Dao I had personally taught was naturally stronger than anyone else's. Of course, Sun Nuxian, the current inheritor of the Wrathful Immortal Sword Dao, certainly understood it better than I did. In terms of spiritual insight, however, I still had the slightest edge. Whether Gu Fei could draw on both our strengths and arrive at the best understanding of her own would depend on her.
However, innate talent sometimes influenced a person's fate. The moment Yun Wei rose to her feet, her sword intent suddenly erupted along a trajectory different from the one I had taught her. Her sword intent did not belong to my school, nor did it bear many traces of Li Guxian's sword techniques. It was more like a sword intent that had formed naturally, one that had created its own school!
Gu Fei's eyes widened. She probably found it difficult to determine whether this was powerful or strange. But there was no doubt that Yun Wei was no longer the same Yun Wei she had been that morning.
"Yun Mu, is my sword intent any good?" Seeing our astonishment, Yun Wei was unsure whether she had done the right thing.
"Mm.