The water had not boiled yet. Luo Yan picked up a bamboo spoon, scooped out an appropriate amount of tea leaves from the tea canister, and put them into the purple clay teapot.
Fang Yao continued.
"The three forms of the Blood River Saber that I created myself possess far too much killing power."
"In my early years, I trusted the wrong person and passed on my Ultimate Skill to him."
"As a result, I taught a bastard who slaughtered innocents indiscriminately."
"I personally dealt with that traitor. Afterward, I made up my mind."
"Unless I encountered someone worthy of entrusting it to, even if the Blood River Saber went into the grave with me, I would never pass it on."
"That day on the bridge, I saw your hands, and I was very satisfied."
"But at the time, we had only just met. I knew nothing about your character, so nothing came of it."
"Only today can I be certain."
"I can safely teach you the Blood River Saber without worrying that you will slaughter innocents."
"That way, I will have no regrets."
The water boiled.
Luo Yan brewed a cup of tea, then respectfully held it out to Fang Yao with both hands.
Fang Yao smiled as he accepted it, blew on it, and slowly drank.
He set down the teacup.
His expression turned solemn.
"After drinking this cup of tea from you..."
"From today onward, you are my student."
"You are also the last student I will ever take in this life."
"The day you attain Mystic Mastery will be the day I pass the Blood River Saber on to you."
"Little Yan, remember this."
"Although I trust your character, if I discover that you have done evil, I will hunt you to the ends of the