Qingfeng Temple.
Xiao Hu led Yun Xiazi slowly along the corridor beside the training ground, gesturing as he introduced the place.
"This is where disciples of our temple practice martial arts. The grounds aren't large, but most people only come to the temple when they need guidance on ordinary days. The rest of the time, they each choose places they like, so it's generally enough. If you join, you'll be coming here too."
"The grounds are nice, and the people are full of vigor too." Yun Xiazi smiled and nodded.
"Of course! Our Qingfeng Temple is the strongest martial arts school in all the surrounding towns! Our Temple Master is the strongest swordsmanship expert in the entire Outer City! They call him the Formless Sword!" Xiao Hu's worship of Lin Hui was plain to see from his expression alone.
"Not bad, not bad. Then where are Qingfeng Temple's former elders? Why did they let someone so young become Temple Master? The other martial arts schools I've seen all have elderly people in charge." Yun Xiazi asked with his hands behind his back, smiling pleasantly.
"I don't know about that. Anyway, one day, the old seniors of Qingfeng Temple suddenly all ran away overnight. Back then, the few people left in the temple struggled to keep it going. The reason it didn't vanish entirely and reached its current state was because the current Temple Master held it together through great hardship." Xiao Hu hesitated before answering.
"I see."
Yun Xiazi asked no further questions. As the two passed the training ground, his gaze swept over it—and paused slightly when he saw a group of disciples practicing the Perfect Seven Section Fast Sword.
"This sword technique seems a little different from the styles used by other martial arts schools?" he could not