A Trap (Continued)

"Where my heart points, there my sword shall point!"

As the two exchanged question and answer, Ji Juechen seemed to enter a strange state of mind. The sword intent around him kept rising, and the Meteor Iron Sword in his hand trembled faintly.

"Why draw your sword? Can your heart convince you why you draw it?" This was Huo Yuhao's final question.

Ji Juechen froze. Just what was he drawing his sword for, and what was he becoming stronger for?

"I seem to have lost sight of my own path!" Ji Juechen suddenly became extremely dejected.

He had originally thought his sword was the strongest, but in truth, there were still things his sword could not cut through. He had yet to find the true reason to draw his sword; his heart could not convince the sword in his hand.

"Brother Huo, thank you for your guidance! My sword path is still incomplete!" Ji Juechen cupped his hands toward Huo Yuhao and said gratefully.

"No need for that. I've simply seen a swordsman stronger than you. Although he isn't as obsessed with the sword as you are, his sword is stronger than yours! His heart is firmer than yours!" Huo Yuhao shook his head. His understanding of the sword path only came from the tiny bit he had seen in Jiang Siming. He did not possess any deep comprehension of it; after all, he was not an expert swordsman himself.

"A swordsman stronger than me!" A hint of fervor flashed through Ji Juechen's eyes.

In the vast Sun Moon Royal Academy, no one could understand him. His ideals were ahead of their time! Because his martial soul was a useless martial soul, he could not rely on the strength of his martial soul to grow stronger like other soul