"Good, good, good!"
Mei Suren said "good" three times in a row, beaming as he strode forward and helped Xu Xiaoshou up. "Get up, quickly. I told you, there's no need for such formalities..."
Though he said that, Mei Suren fully felt Xu Xiaoshou's devotion to the Sword Way and the sincerity with which he sought a master.
His students might be spread across the world, but whenever he wandered the Four Seas, he never showed his true face, lest he invite needless trouble. Thus, very few knew what he truly looked like.
Most of the time, even after he had finished teaching someone the sword, to that person, their so-called "sword-teaching master" was merely a down-and-out ancient swordsman, searching for a legacy.
If a student could learn that their master's surname was "Mei," it meant that student was quite gifted, and Mei Suren was willing to reveal a little information.
If they came to know that the one teaching them the sword was "Mei Suren, one of the Seven Sword Immortals," that could never have come from Mei Suren himself. It depended on whether that student was clever enough to realize it on their own.
When the matter was done, he flicked his sleeves and departed, hiding both merit and fame deep within—this was the finest portrayal of Mei Suren's lifelong teaching of the sword.
What he feared was people using words like "Mr. Siren is my master" to stir up trouble everywhere, thereby planting the seeds of disaster for themselves and others.
And among the few who realized that Mei Suren was one of the Seven Sword Immortals before learning from him, those students were either deliriously overjoyed or trembling with fear... In any case, it was difficult for them to maintain an ordinary heart as they studied.