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"Senior! What kind of name is it? I want to know the name of my sword technique too..." Wanxi looked at me in shock.
"The name of my sword technique is the Sword of Primordial Creation. As for yours, it is the Sword of Acquired Creation."
Naming this sword technique had always been something that troubled me. Calling it the Sword of Primordial Fortune was not quite right, since it did not actually use Primordial Fortune as its means of attack.
Primordial Fortune was inherently formless, colorless, and impossible to fathom. It did not possess any offensive power in itself.
What ultimately played the role of attacking was the power itself. Fortune merely served as its driving force.
That was why the words "creation" suited it best.
"The Sword of Acquired Creation! Senior! What a mighty name!" Wanxi excitedly drew in a deep breath.
I burst out laughing. It was not only Wanxi who thought the name sounded mighty. Aside from being perfectly fitting, I also felt that it matched the sword technique's abilities.
"I'm leaving. From now on, you'll have to earn your own opportunities." I smiled as I gradually dispersed my power.
"Senior! Can I call you Master!?" Wanxi watched me disappear, tears beginning to well up in her eyes.
That child had followed me for three years, and she was indeed like a disciple to me. Her aptitude was excellent as well, but I had never intended to take a disciple. The decisive battle in the Darkunder Ancient Universe was still waiting for me, and whether I would live or die remained unknown.
I simply had no mind to accept a disciple.
As she watched my energy vanish completely, Wanxi fell to her knees and began to weep bitterly. "Master! Master! Boohoo..."