The young man followed Huang Yugong's gaze toward the Sword Sea.
Though his eyes did not move, a faint thought surfaced in his heart.
With his intelligence, he still could not understand why this deeply cultivated old man before him was willing to sit here day and night, watching the Sword Sea.
He had entered the sect a hundred years ago and had already forged a sword-practicing Dao Heart.
He practiced the sword with unwavering perseverance and did not find it dull.
Yet he had also seen this Sword Sea many times.
Aside from the Sword Sea living up to its name, with strands of Sword Qi emerging from it one after another,
he could see nothing else unusual.
How could Huang Yugong not know what the younger generation was thinking?
With age came cunning. He had sat here through countless years. Although Sword Mountain's history had seen no small number of upheavals,
because what he cultivated was the Heavenly Fate and Heavenly Secrets, he had instead remained detached from them, never becoming entangled in those storms of flashing blades and hidden shadows.
Now he was old. Sword Mountain's turmoil had subsided, but the turmoil outside would not change merely because Sword Mountain's had come to a halt.
"Jiujie, do you think your Sword Dao has already become flawless?"
The young man, Yan Jiujie, was slightly startled inwardly upon hearing this, but his expression remained composed. "Martial Uncle, this disciple's Sword Dao has not reached completion."
There was pride in his heart as well. He believed that if he had burst onto the scene in that era, he too could have fought for the position of Sword Son.
Surrounded by the praise of those around him and the appreciation of teachers and senior elders, immersed in such a cultivation environment