Back courtyard.
Wang Jin had just stepped out of his room and was preparing to continue breakfast when he saw Jiang Ning returning.
He froze. "Why are you back again, brat?"
Jiang Ning cupped his hands. "This disciple wishes to ask for a saber, to carry it with me day and night and familiarize myself with the feel of the blade."
Hearing this, Wang Jin suddenly recalled the process of Jiang Ning learning the Five Animals Fist.
He could memorize the entire manual after reading it once, and after watching Wang Jin practice the fist techniques once, he could copy the cat after seeing the tiger, performing the moves with convincing form.
He immediately chuckled.
"You sly brat, as if I don't know what you're thinking!"
"Fine!"
"If I don't let you try, you'll never be satisfied! It's good enough to familiarize yourself with the feel of the blade!"
Wang Jin returned to his room.
Standing in the courtyard, Jiang Ning immediately grew somewhat excited.
Naturally, he understood what Wang Jin meant.
Although Wang Jin had seen through his desire to try practicing the Canglang Saber Art, he had also tacitly approved of it.
A moment later.
Wang Jin emerged from his room again, carrying a saber with a pitch-black hilt.
He tossed the long saber through the air toward Jiang Ning, who hurriedly caught it.
"This saber is called the Blackwood Long Saber. Its hilt and sheath are both made of blackwood, while the blade is forged from refined iron said to have undergone a hundred foldings. It weighs fifteen jin and is worth one hundred taels of silver!" Wang Jin said.
Jiang Ning gripped the blackwood saber and slowly drew it.
A flash of cold radiance instantly reflected in his eyes.
The blade was like a mirror, gleaming