Sword God frowned, his eyes filled with confusion.
There was something he could not figure out.
With a single glance, he had seen that Ye Lin's previous sword strike had reached an exceedingly high realm—so high that even he could only gaze up at it. It was absolutely not something Ye Lin could have comprehended.
That left only the second possibility: Ye Lin had learned this sword technique elsewhere.
But then came the problem. Learning another person's sword technique would always leave flaws.
What another person had comprehended, no matter how one learned it, would never be perfect.
One could only infinitely approach perfection, never attain true perfection.
Yet Ye Lin's sword strike just now had been extraordinarily perfect, so perfect that, with Sword God's discernment, he could not find the slightest fault in it.
Logically speaking, with Ye Lin's current cultivation, he should have been utterly incapable of unleashing such a powerful sword technique so perfectly.
And yet, it had been precisely that perfect.
This left Sword God deeply puzzled.
There was only one answer for such a thing.
The sword technique had been comprehended by Ye Lin himself.
But the moment the thought arose, he immediately discarded it.
How could that be possible?
Ye Lin had comprehended it himself?
Absolutely impossible.
Could a sword technique that even he could only gaze up at have been comprehended by Ye Lin?
If Ye Lin's cultivation reached a certain level in the future, he might believe it.
But for Ye Lin, with his current cultivation, to comprehend such a sword technique—he would not believe it even if beaten to death.
Then what was the true reason?
Could it be that Ye Lin's cultivation was simply too profound for even his insight to see through?
After turning it over and over in