Jiang Lin had suddenly achieved "a fulfilled life," and Fang Chaoqun still found it somewhat hard to adjust.
This discomfort was only natural.
If it were anyone else—if you had grown up playing with someone, squatted on the street watching beautiful women with him, tossed firecrackers into cesspits with him, and even admired the moon together in the Women's Bathhouse—
Then one day, you suddenly learned that this brother was not only getting married, but was also about to become a father, and had even found a disciple to inherit his legacy. Whoever it was would probably find it a little abrupt...
Still, when Fang Chaoqun looked at Jiang Lin's Direct Disciple, he nodded in satisfaction.
It had to be said that although Fang Chaoqun strongly suspected this brat Jiang Lin had taken on disciples based on their looks, this little girl's sword bones were truly excellent.
Moreover, her sword qi was incredibly pure, and her sword heart was even more transparent. He could faintly sense that her sword heart was already becoming full.
For a sword heart to become full, one had to possess an unwavering conviction. Only by practicing the sword upon that foundation could one remain impartial and truly stable.
Otherwise, no matter how abundant the sword qi or how profound the sword intent, it would merely be a castle in the air.
He had not expected this little girl to possess such firm convictions at such a young age. She was indeed no simple person.
"I'm very close with your master. Don't call me Senior anymore; it's too distant. Just call me Uncle."
"Un... Uncle Fang."
"Hahaha, good." Fang Chaoqun nodded. "Your uncle doesn't have anything good to give you. It's just a small gift. Take it."
With that, Fang Chaoqun pressed his index and middle