Very soon!
Perhaps it hadn't been soon at all. Perhaps the four of them had been so enthralled that time had simply flown by?
In any case!
Before they knew it, the other party had finished demonstrating and breaking down the entire set of basic moves. The older "Lin Daiyu" in the image stepped back with her sword and stood still once more. Then, with her long sword angled toward the ground, she continued in her ethereal voice, summing things up for the four wide-eyed onlookers:
"Pay attention!"
"Misty Rain Swordplay originated from the Dao of transforming the rain of Xiaoxiang into form. What I've explained to you today is divided into four realms. There are many more layers to come, each more profound than the last."
"First Realm: [Silken Rain Bind]. Sword energy can transform into thousands upon thousands of fine, supple strands, adept at entangling the enemy's meridians and vital points, restricting the flow of their magic power and trapping them like a spider's prey, unable to bring their strength to bear."
"The focus of this realm is training the form!"
"Second Realm: [Mist-locked Tower]. Sword light can manifest layer upon layer of illusory mist. Not only can it obscure the enemy's vision, it can also confuse their spirit and ensnare their mind, throwing them into disarray and trapping them in a maze of illusions."
"The focus of this realm is training the intent!"
"Third Realm: [Xiaoxiang's Lament]. The sword's momentum shifts from utmost softness to absolute hardness. Its soft sound can be like night rain in Xiaoxiang tapping on bamboo, desolate and mournful, piercing straight into the spirit. Its hard-edged blade can break protective energy and shatter golden armor, unstoppable by anything."
"This realm is about training the heart and spirit!"
"Fourth Realm: [Cloud Dream Arises]. In