The Sun Sword Lord looked again at the azure-robed youth before him, his heart full of amazement.
How many times had he felt this amazement now?
A sect's sword heir, wandering far from home, had been born with keen political instincts, firm political convictions, and exceptional ability to manage affairs.
That alone would have been remarkable.
Yet when it came to the foundations of the immortal Dao, he possessed an understanding that reached deep into his bones.
He was practically a sacred being by birth, born knowing!
"Come, ask away."
"What don't you understand?"
The Sun Sword Lord spoke with great enthusiasm.
He had already begun planning what cultivation methods, secret arts, and sword techniques the Pure-Yang Sword Heir should read next.
This time, it should not be limited to sword techniques. He should also read the classics of other cultivation paths, drawing lessons from one field to illuminate another, and the plan itself should go deeper.
"Thank you, Sword Lord!"
Jiang Ding bowed deeply, his heart full of gratitude.
For a supreme cultivator to teach him with such complete openness—what an immense kindness was that?
Even if it sprang from their shared inheritance rather than personal affection, the feeling was no less real.
The Great Sun Sword Dao is me, and I am the Great Sun Sword Dao!
To cherish and nurture the Great Sun Sword Dao is to nurture me. The two have always been one.
"Sword Lord,"
"While studying cultivation methods, I've encountered many questions..."
Rather than continue in words, Jiang Ding communicated with the Sun Sword Lord through divine sense and sword intent.
In an instant, sword intent rang out, and a torrent of sword-Dao knowledge surged toward the Sun Sword Lord. The questions spanned cultivation-method structures, soul structures, sword-refining methods, sword techniques, and more.
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