Zi Wencheng actually began asking for guidance with genuine humility.
"That's nothing remarkable. The main reason was that Gongyang Zun and the others were all pinned down at Tian Lian Mountain, leaving Tianyang Mountain's nest empty."
Qin Shaofeng smiled faintly, yet he knew that such an answer would surely make Zi Wencheng bear a grudge.
After all, those repeated cries of uncle Qin could not be brushed aside with a few casual words.
"Wencheng! We're about the same age, yet you insist on calling me Uncle. Since I've accepted it, I naturally won't take that title for nothing. If there's anything you don't understand, tell me in detail. I won't claim to know everything, but I'm sure my understanding differs from that of your sect in many areas," Qin Shaofeng said proactively.
"Really?"
Zi Wencheng was overjoyed.
Just as Qin Shaofeng had expected, he had not called him Uncle for nothing.
Having received Qin Shaofeng's promise, he hurriedly asked, "Qin Shaofeng, take a look at this move of mine. My father only said there was a problem with it, but he insisted that I find it myself. Only by finding the problem myself can I truly make this move my own. Can you help me take a look?"
As he spoke, he leaped up barefoot, drew his longsword, and performed a sword technique.
Once he had finished demonstrating it, he looked toward Qin Shaofeng with eyes full of expectation.
"I don't know much about swordsmanship."
Qin Shaofeng frowned slightly and spoke after some thought. "And I've never seen this kind of sword technique before. But all I can say is that your swordsmanship is too smooth."
He began with two sentences admitting he did not understand, then followed them with that remark, leaving Zi Wencheng stunned.
"Too smooth?"
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