Cang Sheng said in boundless delight, "Brother Yi Feng, you're amazing! Just a little guidance from you, and I've improved this much. What is your cultivation level? Could you be a Martial Spirit Realm expert?!"
Yi Feng smiled and said calmly, "I only know a thing or two. Your comprehension is excellent, and your foundation is solid. Not bad!"
Cang Sheng's smile was brighter than the morning sun. He continued practicing his sword, while Yi Feng patiently guided him without the slightest annoyance.
It was as though they had returned to his childhood.
Back then, Cang Sheng's father was still alive and guided him in much the same way, though he had been far stricter.
The days passed one after another, peaceful and beautiful.
Every day, Yi Feng cooked for Cang Sheng and instructed him in sword practice.
Cang Sheng, meanwhile, grew increasingly reliant on Yi Feng, as if Yi Feng were an elder to him—an elder like a father.
And so, more than half a month passed.
One morning.
Cang Sheng rose early as always to practice his sword, while Yi Feng sat at the stone table, drinking tea by himself as usual.
Cang Sheng had visibly grown much sturdier, and his Sword techniques had improved greatly as well.
That day, Cang Sheng went to Situ Mansion to collect his wages. When he returned, he seemed somewhat dispirited.
After lunch, he returned to his room and shut himself inside.
Yi Feng did not say much.
After night fell.
Hearing movement outside the courtyard, Yi Feng rose and left his room. He leaped onto the roof and sat down beside Cang Sheng.
The two of them gazed at the vast sea of stars, sitting there in silence for a long while.
In the past, Cang Sheng liked to keep everything