Chu Huai Xu looked at the scene before him, somewhat puzzled.
In the scene before him, the world seemed to have been pressed into pause.
Only the Dao Ancestor kept dancing with his sword.
Chu Huai Xu was in no hurry at all. He carefully observed from the side.
Then, he noticed something very interesting.
"Actually, he's been repeating the same thing this whole time?"
"Or rather, am I watching a replay?"
At first, he had thought that everything around him had been frozen, with only the Dao Ancestor continuing to practice his sword.
But later, he discovered that every time the Dao Ancestor finished an entire set of Sword Art, every movement in the next performance was identical to the previous one, without the slightest difference.
That wasn't the key point. After all, if someone had incredibly precise control over their body, this could be done.
But even the way the hems of his clothes fluttered was exactly the same.
Even the way every strand of hair drifted through the air was identical.
This meant that Chu Huai Xu had actually been watching a "replay" the entire time.
"So, what is this supposed to do?"
After watching for a while longer, Chu Huai Xu's mind stirred, and he began trying to practice along.
The Sword Art taught by this Temple Master was simply far too basic.
In truth, it was almost identical to the sword dancing practiced by old ladies and old men in parks.
Chu Huai Xu learned it with ease.
Before long, he could smoothly complete the entire set.
When he finished the final form, a gust of wind suddenly swept up.
The wind came from far away and moved closer. Wherever it passed, all the scenes before him were blown apart.
Very soon, everything around him