Li Shouzheng didn't notice the shock on his father's face. He was already wholly immersed in the sword technique. More than the technique itself, he cared about his connection with the Emperor Profound Sword.
Under Li Sifeng's gaze, he actually performed the entire sword sequence. Every move was identical to the ones Li Sifeng had practiced earlier—not the slightest difference.
After his shock came an outburst of joy. Li Sifeng had never imagined he'd father such an unparalleled genius.
Even Jiang Zhaoxia, as a child, couldn't compare with Li Shouzheng.
"This kid..."
Li Sifeng muttered to himself, his voice trembling.
Pei Miao smiled. "He and Shoumin are both geniuses, but Shouzheng has greater comprehension. Eldest Senior Brother even said Shoumin's cultivation talent would surpass Shouzheng's."
When she thought of how she'd reacted the first time she discovered her sons' talents, she realized she hadn't been much better than Li Sifeng.
Rumors had already spread through the sect that Li Shouzheng and Li Shoumin would become the next Zhao Zhen and the next Sword Solitary. Word had also gotten around that the Sect Master had recommended the two boys to Zhang Yuchun, only for Zhang Yuchun to reject them. The disciples all marveled at the Sect Master's judgment.
Hearing Eldest Senior Brother's assessment of Li Shouzheng and Li Shoumin made Li Sifeng even happier, though after the initial delight came a touch of melancholy.
He could clearly sense that his two sons held some resentment toward him.
Would such geniuses be precocious?
Would they be hard to coax when they grew up?
As Li Sifeng's thoughts ran wild, the Emperor Profound Sword in Li Shouzheng's hands rang out.
In his hands, the sword seemed enormous, yet his movements with it were remarkably light.
Li Sifeng could tell that Li Shouzheng hadn't