"Senior Brother Liu, you're as distinguished as ever. Why come to our Wenjian Sect instead of enjoying the cool shade at the Yunyue Sect?"
"After too much stillness, I felt like moving about."
Liu Changfeng chuckled, unoffended, and merely turned slightly to reveal a girl standing quietly behind him.
The girl was about fifteen or sixteen, dressed in plain blue robes with an unadorned longsword on her back. Her features were cool and her expression indifferent. Though she said nothing, she possessed an unmistakable air unique to sword cultivators.
This was sword intent that only someone who devoted herself wholly to the Sword Dao, without a single distraction, could nurture.
Ren Wencai's gaze lingered on her for a moment, and he formed an assessment.
First realm level eight.
And her aura was actually quite similar to that of the Wenjian Sect's ascetic cultivation path.
"Allow me to introduce her."
Liu Changfeng stroked his beard and smiled, a restrained note of pride in his voice:
"This is Li Mozi, the last disciple I will take. The girl is stubborn. She dislikes our Yunyue Sect's methods and insists on studying some ascetic Sword Dao. Even I can do nothing with her."
"Mozi, pay your respects to your martial uncles."
Li Mozi stepped forward. Rather than performing elaborate, empty courtesies, she simply bowed with her sword held in her arms. Her movements were crisp, her voice cool:
"This junior, Li Mozi, greets the seniors."
Zhou Qi nodded slightly, his gaze profound, and slowly said, "A clear sword heart, unsullied by a speck of dust. Senior Brother Liu has taken a fine disciple."
"You're too kind, Senior Brother Zhou."
Liu Changfeng waved a hand, then changed tack with a sigh:
"But a child who builds her cart behind closed doors will never amount to