Long Xingyu stopped in front of Long Haochen.
The only sound in the training room was the dull thud of a wooden post being struck again and again.
In the dim light, Long Haochen's figure repeated the most basic cuts, chops, thrusts, and sweeps over and over.
Sweat had soaked through his plain training clothes, clinging tightly to his slender back and outlining the muscles just beginning to take shape.
His gaze was utterly focused, as if the whole world had narrowed to the sword in his hand and the wooden post before him.
Not a single movement was careless or out of form.
The corner of Long Xingyu's mouth twitched involuntarily, and a hint of satisfaction appeared on his face.
Very good.
Long Haochen had reached the third step three days ago.
He was only nine years old, after all!
In the past, Long Xingyu had mostly "guided" Long Haochen's development.
He would offer pointers and observe, but he would never have attended to every detail or given everything he had.
But now, everything was different.
Long Xuanye.
That Spawn of Evil, the Demon God Emperor's whelp, was like a thorn driven deep into Long Xingyu's heart—and had become a latent threat hanging over all of humanity.
He had to prepare for the worst.
If...
If he ultimately could not kill that bastard with his own hands, then the task could only fall to Hao Chen, whose talent surpassed his own.
For this reason, Long Xingyu had made an all-out investment, regardless of the cost.
He passed on everything he had learned in his lifetime about the Knight's Path and the cultivation of the power of light, holding nothing back.
He used the supreme privileges granted to him as a Seal Knight to secure the Temple's finest cultivation resources