Chaoyang Peak,
Along a familiar forest path, the surroundings were full of centuries-old towering big trees. Beneath the shade, two figures walked slowly down the path, one before the other.
"Qingyuan, your Cloud Water Thirteen Sword Styles are about to reach perfection, aren't they?"
Headmaster Liu did not waste words and went straight to the point.
In his earlier battle with Shen Hongzhou, Zhang Qingyuan had essentially revealed all his trump cards. As an expert of the True Essence Realm, Headmaster Liu could naturally see the subtleties within.
"Yes, and it is all thanks to the dean's guidance."
Zhang Qingyuan cupped his hands and replied.
"This was your own effort. It has little to do with This Seat."
Headmaster Liu shook his head.
As an expert of the True Essence Realm, standing on another level of the Cultivation World, he was not about to claim credit that so clearly did not belong to him.
Indeed, he had provided Zhang Qingyuan with some instruction.
But there were eighty people in the same separate courtyard, all listening to the same lectures. Why was it that no one else's Cloud Water Thirteen Sword Technique could reach great accomplishment, let alone approach perfection?
The main reason lay in the differences between individuals.
For instance, Zhang Qingyuan's effort that surpassed ordinary people, as well as his occasional streaks of luck.
"This Seat sees that your swordsmanship already seems to possess a trace of charm. I fear it is not as simple as reaching the limit of great accomplishment in swordsmanship, is it?"
Headmaster Liu looked at Zhang Qingyuan.
When Zhang Qingyuan had used the Cloud Water Thirteen Sword Styles at the limit of great accomplishment against Shen Hongzhou earlier, he had vaguely sensed that Zhang Qingyuan's swordsmanship contained a wisp of artistic conception.
That feeling