"Well... Master, please don't tease me."
How could Jiang Yang dare call himself a Sword Immortal before Xuan Guang? He hurriedly bowed low.
Xuan Guang turned around, a hint of teasing in his smile:
"You've made quite a name for yourself out there. Word reached my ears without my even having to ask."
Jiang Yang straightened and replied modestly:
"That's only because you taught me well, Master."
"Enough."
Xuan Guang waved a hand to stop his flattery, then continued:
"Your swordsmanship has reached its pinnacle. Neither of us cultivates the Sword Dao exclusively, so from here on, the only path left is to refine your sword intent."
"In other words, at least when it comes to the Sword Dao, I have nothing more to teach you. The sword intent each person achieves represents their own path. All you need to do is follow it wholeheartedly."
His gaze shifted, and he said softly:
"One last word of advice: don't doubt yourself, or your sword will lose its edge."
"I will take your teaching to heart."
Jiang Yang's expression sharpened as he answered quietly.
Xuan Guang now had something of a return to simplicity and truth about him. If not for the rainbow light faintly rising behind his back, Jiang Yang would have thought he was facing an ordinary mortal.
"Come, sit."
Xuan Guang tapped the table, and a flower bud suddenly sprouted from the ground, transforming into a maid who poured tea for them both.
The young-looking man lifted his cup, blew gently over it, and lowered his head to take a sip.
"Judging by your white hair, and the fact that the Peach Talisman I gave you shattered a little while ago, I imagine this journey had its share of twists and turns."
Jiang Yang held his teacup without drinking