The Curse of Shattering (12)

Broken walls and crumbling ruins, dark moss and dust.

Deep inside the ruined site, the damp, musty smell was rich but not overpowering, soothing to the senses.

But compared with the sight of a beautiful young woman gazing around in admiration, it was far less captivating.

Of course, that was a mortal's perspective.

Fu Qian glanced ahead and saw Jian Jingzheng and the female instructor surnamed Chang looking back at him in unison, both seeming distinctly tense.

Only natural.

From a normal point of view, Ji Liushuang's demeanor was easy enough to understand.

For a young person devoted to swordsmanship, having a demigod right before her eyes was bound to inspire both nervousness and reverence.

And in this situation, anything he said would carry considerable weight with Ji Liushuang.

Given that these two from the Sword Participation Institute clearly held a strong prejudice against him, they were probably this nervous because they feared he might lead the girl astray.

Come to think of it, even after Li Weixuan had made it clear that the Kamakura Family's swordsmanship was dubious, these two had still chosen to come along. Could their main task really be keeping an eye on the girl?

"They're just some general observations."

The next moment, in response to Ji Liushuang's natural yet deliberate attempt to strike up a conversation, Fu Qian, the Sword Demon, spoke in a much gentler tone, like Cas.

"They may sound reasonable, but without the support of detailed personal insight, simply hearing and remembering them won't be of much help."

Hmm...

Ji Liushuang seemed not to have expected Fu Qian to say that. After hesitating briefly at the senior's advice, she nodded earnestly.

"I understand what you mean. Knowing something and truly comprehending it are two completely different things."

"But I still want to