"Almost. It still doesn't seem to be enough!"
Wuyue had no idea that Wang Xian had long since comprehended a sliver of the laws of time and space.
The first stance of Sword Beyond the Heavens, Dreaming Back to the Starry River, required mastery of the Power of Time. Without it, the move was all show and no substance. No matter how desperately Wang Xian trained, it would all be wasted effort.
Having lost his memories, Wang Xian naturally didn't know this.
Before Wuyue could say anything else, Wang Xian suddenly figured a few things out.
He smiled. "It's fine. You have to eat one bite at a time. It's enough that I know this; it doesn't matter if I'm a little slower. I've practiced Ephemeral Bloom more than ten thousand times. Next, I can cultivate this move to an even higher level."
"That's more like it!"
Wuyue said seriously, "Wang Xian, do you know that your swordsmanship is far too weak right now?"
"Huh?"
Wang Xian looked embarrassed at her words and could only give an awkward chuckle.
After thinking for a moment, he asked, "Still weak? Then what kind of swordsmanship counts as powerful?"
At that, Wuyue waved her hand, sending a swirl of yellow sand surging toward Wang Xian...
Wang Xian instinctively swept his hand to brush it away, but a handful of sand still landed on his head, leaving him covered in dust and looking rather wretched.
Wuyue asked, "Did you see it?"
Wang Xian shook his head.
"What an idiot!"
Wuyue said in a low voice, "Draw your sword!" Then she waved her hand, sending another mass of rolling yellow sand at Wang Xian.
Clang!
With a ringing sword cry, Wang Xian drew his sword in an instant and slashed, cutting a three-zhang stretch before