Mist Sword? No Sword!
"You... haven't you already learned it all?" the gray-robed old man asked kindly as he looked at his grandson.
His grandson was stunned when he heard this and stared at the gray-robed old man.
When Lin Bai heard this, his expression also instantly shattered, as though some point in his mind had been pierced through!
"Grandfather, I..." His grandson stared at the gray-robed old man in astonishment.
The gray-robed old man looked at the sword marks and writing inside the cave abode and said, "The sword marks in this cave abode are the sword techniques of my swordsmanship, while the writing here is the mental cultivation formula of my swordsmanship!"
"You spent seventy-two years cultivating it, and now you've already reached the major mastery realm. Don't you know that?"
The gray-robed old man smiled as he spoke.
"What!" His grandson was utterly shocked. "But Grandfather, there are nine hundred and ninety-nine sword marks here. Could every one of them be a move from the swordsmanship you created?"
The gray-robed old man smiled. "That's right. In truth, this cave abode is simply too small. Otherwise, the sword marks I left behind would have numbered far more than nine hundred. There would have been more—perhaps a thousand, ten thousand, a hundred thousand..."
"Grandfather, I don't understand!" his grandson said.
The gray-robed old man smiled. "My swordsmanship is different from Dugu Bai's. Dugu Bai's swordsmanship manifests in form, while mine manifests in intent!"
"These nine hundred and ninety-nine sword marks contain the essence of my swordsmanship!"
"Some sword marks are as fierce as tigers and as savage as demons!"
"Some sword marks are as placid as water and as gentle as the wind!"
"All of this is what you gained through cultivation. In the future, whenever you fight someone,