At the banquet, Liu Yunche rubbed the wall of his wine cup with his fingertips.
The Sword Intent erupting from Nie Nanfu had benefited him immensely, giving him new thoughts on how to comprehend Blade Intent.
Over this period, with the aid of the treasure known as the Sword-Sharpening Stone, Liu Yunche had already grasped a trace of the threads of Blade Intent.
Just now, he had personally experienced Nie Nanfu's Sword Intent and listened to Nie Nanfu's insights.
Liu Yunche felt as though a faint lamp had been lit ahead of him, illuminating the road forward.
Whether it was the many senior Blood-Qi Warriors atop the platform or the nobles from every walk of life in the viewing seats, their gazes had all fallen upon Nie Nanfu without prior agreement.
"For one so young to have comprehended Martial Conception, the younger generation is truly formidable."
"Exactly. If my descendants possessed even half his ability, I'd wake up laughing in my sleep."
An elder of the Yao Family sighed softly. "That Yao girl did not lose unfairly. Martial Conception... how many Blood-Qi Warriors have yet to grasp it..."
An elder of the Peng Household frowned. "What a formidable young fellow."
As his words fell, he cast Peng Yue a subtle glance and suddenly felt that his own little tyrant was lacking somewhat. He needed to be properly tempered.
Just as Nie Nanfu was about to leave, a graceful figure drifted over and landed lightly upon the martial arena.
The newcomer had brows like slender willow leaves and gentle eyes. Her sleeves fluttered, and one hand tightly gripped the curved saber Evening Floss. It was Liu Wanyu.
Her lips parted slightly as she said, "Young Master Nie, please stay."
Nie Nanfu stopped and looked at the girl next door, a perfectly