Master Beverly glanced sidelong at Ye Chuqi. "Surely the Eldest Miss Ye isn't short of a little money?"
Ye Chuqi nodded emphatically. "Having money doesn't mean I should waste it. I can't just spend carelessly because I've got some on hand, right? There's plenty else I'll need it for!" She tapped the bluestone beneath her feet. It was the same material used for the city walls, but something about it seemed different. "Master, you've even tempered the bluestone here?"
Setting aside how Master Beverly had managed to temper the bluestone, its hardness and resilience were now on another level. Yet there were still so many marks on it. Was Master Beverly really that strong?
"Don't look at me like that. I didn't leave those." Beverly sighed. "Take it easy. You won't have to pay if you damage anything, but laying out another training ground this size would be a real hassle."
"Oh," Ye Chuqi said. In truth, she had wanted to see how much damage one strike from her sword could do to the tempered bluestone.
When Thousand Leaves left its sheath, a soft hum trembled through the air. Swordlight cut through the scene before Beverly, becoming streaks of cool, clear light that left an indelible impression on him.
He had handled countless weapons and seen countless ways of fighting. He believed that pairing a weapon with martial techniques brought out more of the weapon's potential and made the techniques more powerful.
Most moves were broad and forceful, designed to achieve the best result in the shortest time and distance. Beverly had seen Ye Qinglan's swordplay too. His cool, decisive strikes followed the same principle.
But Ye Chuqi's Swordsmanship showed Beverly another possibility. Still, he couldn't help wondering what use such soft, graceful sword moves could be. They looked utterly