"A senior sword cultivator left it behind."
"All right."
Qi Yue took a deep breath before declaring solemnly, "In that case, I shall name this first sword move I created myself 'Diary'!"
"This sword art will be called Qi Yue Swordsmanship."
"Qi Yue Swordsmanship, first form: Diary!"
Chen Fan remained expressionless and silent for a long time before saying softly, "How about choosing another name?"
"Is this name no good? That senior went so far as to release his sword qi to carve the word 'Diary' into an ordinary bamboo strip. There must be some deeper meaning, something I haven't grasped yet."
"It's great. Take your time figuring it out."
He couldn't be bothered to say anything more and headed straight out of the Canyon. He needed to visit Mortal City and check on his business again.
But he had only given Qi Yue the bamboo strip with the fewest words carved into it. There were several more.
He was very curious what Qi Yue would name his subsequent sword moves after comprehending those two words.
"Qi Yue Swordsmanship, second form: So Bored!"
"Qi Yue Swordsmanship, third form: I Wanna Fuck Someone!"
"Qi Yue Swordsmanship, fourth form: I'm... Really Something."
Just imagining it felt bizarre.
Whatever.
He would let the guy entertain himself.
"Oh, right."
He suddenly stopped and turned to Qi Yue. "Go to the Canyon entrance later and erase the words 'Mortal Sect'
"carved into the mountainside. Replace them with 'Mortal Domain.' Make it look nice, and use that Diary sword move of yours."
Then he left without lingering any longer.
He strode toward the Nine-Five Dragon Chariot and departed from the Camp.
"Phew..."
Qi Yue stood where he was, looking at the words "Chen Fan" he had left on the rock wall. Bewilderment flickered in his eyes