"Extra training only works when it is built on sufficient rest," Lin Xin added. But seeing that the little girl simply could not take it in, he said no more.
Under the moonlit night, Ma Jingxuan sweated like rain as she practiced a sword technique over and over again. Though she had already reached an extreme level of proficiency, she remained meticulous, without the slightest slackness.
More than two hours passed.
Ma Jingxuan paused briefly to rest. Then, after the servants prepared a strongly acidic restorative medicinal solution, she soaked in it for the time it took an incense stick to burn. Before long, she returned, ready to continue.
"How are the realms of the Kun Lin Sword School divided?" Lin Xin suddenly asked. "Come, come. Sit down and chat with me for a while."
Ma Jingxuan had not wanted to go over, yet she involuntarily felt that Lin Xin's voice seemed to possess some kind of magic, strangely making her body want to relax.
She gently set down her sword and unconsciously walked to the side. By the time she came to her senses, she was already seated opposite Lin Xin.
The servants even brought over a few small dishes.
"The moonlight is cold and clear. Wouldn't it be better for us to have a proper chat? You can take it as a rest as well," Lin Xin said with a smile.
Ma Jingxuan was somewhat puzzled about how she had walked over.
"You were simply too tired. Your instincts wanted to rest, and after I kept persuading you, you unconsciously came over to sit for a while." Lin Xin smiled. "All right, let us talk now. Exactly how does the Kun Lin Sword School cultivate? You know I came from the Southern Prefecture, so there are many things