Su Che had once heard that the Buddhist School possessed a secret art that emphasized teaching without words, heart imprinting upon heart. With only a movement or a gesture, one could pass down wondrous divine abilities.
Who would have thought that Sword Cultivation had a similar method as well?
The image Kongkong'er had enlightened them with sounded simple enough, yet within those few sparse strokes lay countless details.
It was a landscape painting.
In the distance ran a great river, while a lofty peak stood erect against the clouds. The distant sea of clouds and the river divided into two layers: heaven covered the clouds above, while water flowed beneath them. No one knew where water, clouds, and sky each lay. In an instant, mountain mist spread everywhere. The landscape vanished, water and clouds became hard to discern, and only a dense fog remained, within which the dark, shadowy outline of the mountain could faintly be seen.
A host of insights suddenly unfolded in Su Che's heart, yet for the moment, he did not know where to begin.
"I... I can't make heads or tails of it."
Little Fox frowned. All she had seen was Kongkong'er casually make a few gestures, and a ball of azure light vanish in an instant.
Yet no matter how she racked her brains, she could not understand the deeper meaning behind it.
"Girl, you do not understand the sword path, nor have you grasped the essentials of Sword Intent. Naturally, you cannot see through a sword cultivator's methods. But Young Su, how many layers have you understood?"
Su Che closed his eyes without speaking and sat down cross-legged.
He remained seated for nearly three hours.
Little Fox sat beside him. At first, she was rather delighted, knowing that Su Che had most likely gained