"We'll know whether it's real or fake after testing it tomorrow."
Zhong Sanxiao cast a deep look toward the distant courtyard where Lu Feng was staying. Sensing the activity over there, he blurted out, "He's certainly diligent. He only just returned, yet he's already practicing the Little Burial Flower Swordplay in the courtyard."
Lin Xiaojin froze, her gaze following that direction. Yet all she could see were layers upon layers of walls and houses; she could not see the Side Courtyard where Lu Feng was at all. She could not help crying out in surprise, "Uncle Zhong, you can sense Brother practicing his sword from so far away? And that he's practicing the Little Burial Flower Swordplay?"
Seeing Zhong Sanxiao nod calmly, worry surfaced on Lin Xiaojin's face. She feared that Lu Feng, alone at this moment, might expose his identity because of it.
"Eh?" Zhong Sanxiao was suddenly startled inwardly. "His swordsmanship is far more refined than it was over three years ago. He has even grasped the sword intent of this Little Burial Flower Swordplay. In terms of talent, he surpasses that group of juniors led by Lin Wanshan by far. Even compared to Lin Lifeng in his day, he likely does not fall short."
Hearing such praise from Zhong Sanxiao, Lin Xiaojin's face immediately lit up with joy. But after a moment's thought, she began worrying again. "He couldn't have learned the latter half of the Little Burial Flower Sword Canon as well, could he?"
Zhong Sanxiao nodded and said frankly, "Judging by this sword intent, the boy likely could not resist the temptation of greater strength and secretly took the risk of cultivating it. Yet from the sword intent he gives off, he does not seem injured at all. It truly is difficult to make sense