An old friend passed away in meditation (in celebration of Alliance Leader Essentials of Demonic Cultivation!)

After a period of "communication," the Sword Spirit remained utterly unmoved, showing no intention of acknowledging him as its master.

Still, that did not prevent Liu Yu from using it as an ordinary longsword.

Whoosh, whoosh!

As his practice reached a thoroughly exhilarating pitch, Liu Yu suddenly thrust toward the wall, striking nine times in an instant.

Swish, swish, swish!

A gleaming flash of swordlight swept past, and nine small holes appeared in the wall. Chips of stone fell belatedly to the ground.

Still half asleep, Liu Yong had just stepped outside when he saw this. His eyes widened involuntarily; all he knew was that this uncle was incredibly powerful.

As for exactly how powerful, he had no idea. He must be very, very powerful!

Liu Yong rubbed his eyes with his little hands. Once he confirmed that the nine holes really were there, he could not help exclaiming:

"Wow!"

"Uncle, you're amazing! Are you a great hero who wanders the martial world?!"

He gazed at Liu Yu in worship, his little eyes brimming with longing. He stared unblinkingly at the Ruined Sword, his gaze following its every movement.

"Heh."

The corners of Liu Yu's mouth lifted into a smile.

Instead of answering immediately, however, he finished his sword practice before looking at the sturdy little boy before him with a faintly amused expression.

"Want to learn?"

"If you do, I can teach you."

"You'll really teach me?!" Liu Yong's eyes lit up as he asked for confirmation anxiously, seemingly terrified that his uncle might change his mind.

"Yes." Finding him rather amusing, Liu Yu nodded solemnly.

"Yay! That's wonderful!"

Liu Yong danced about with delight, unable to stop himself.

Liu Yu understood a child's temperament. He simply watched the eight-year-old boy with a smile.

*Uh, why did this feel