Shen Yue had thought himself very patient, but after teaching Li Qingqiu over and over, repeating the same process countless times, even he grew irritated.
Just as Shen Yue was about to lose his patience, Li Qingqiu suddenly opened his eyes. "I finally found the feel for it."
As soon as the words left his mouth, Sword Qi surged from within him and swiftly gathered beside him, forming a silver sword spirit whose figure looked exactly like his own.
The sword spirit began absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth on its own. The effect was faint, but it had worked.
Shen Yue appeared calm, but inside, a storm was raging.
How was this possible?!
This was the technique he was proudest of. He had thought no one else could learn it.
He had once believed Li Qingqiu was an unrivaled genius in the way of the sword. But later, when he realized Li Qingqiu had never truly focused on swordsmanship, that impression had gradually changed.
Now, he suddenly felt that Li Qingqiu's comprehension of the sword was terrifying. Was this kid so indifferent to practicing the sword because he thought swordsmanship was too easy?
Thinking it over, the most terrifying genius in Qingxiao Sect was Li Qingqiu after all. He was only two years older than Jiang Zhaoxia.
His position as sect master, along with the story he had made up about an immortal appearing in his dreams, had caused many people to overlook his talent.
At the thought, Shen Yue's gaze toward Li Qingqiu grew complicated.
Li Qingqiu dismissed his sword spirit and forced a smile. "That was hard."
Shen Yue's mouth twitched. Hearing that, he really wanted to punch Li Qingqiu.
"That's enough for today."
With that, Shen Yue rose. Though he was in a foul