To Chen Changan, it was nothing more than a single sentence. But to the coachman, those words could very well change the course of his life.
After thanking Chen Changan profusely, the coachman finally departed under the Ming Family's protection.
"As expected of the Young Master. He has a compassionate heart."
"Surely this coachman's life will improve considerably from now on," Ming Yunjing said with a smile.
"I've got the sword art. What am I supposed to do next?"
"What have they arranged?" Chen Changan asked.
"Young Master, there's no need to rush."
"Get some proper rest first."
"Very well."
Chen Changan nodded, then followed the Ming Family members to a room to rest.
He glanced through the sword art and understood why his father had given it such a name.
Every sword move in the Pretentious Sword Art shared one defining trait.
They weren't just powerful. Most importantly, they were dazzling!
In other words, the whole point was to look cool!
Every move and every form was enough to dazzle the eyes and leave people marveling.
"By rights, the simplest moves should be the most useful."
"The same goes for killing. The fastest, simplest way to take down an enemy is the most effective."
"But this sword art... goes completely against that principle."
Chen Changan was a little puzzled. He understood such a simple principle, so he couldn't believe his father didn't.
So had this sword art really been created just to show off?
"The Great Dao is simplicity itself, yet he chose something so ornate and elaborate?"
"Still, these moves are remarkably powerful."
"I can't figure out what he was thinking."
"Maybe he just thought it would be fun," Chen Changan said helplessly.
"Perhaps, to your father, it didn't matter whether a move was simple or ornate and