How... how did he end up closing his eyes in the middle of our conversation?
Lin Zhishui looked at Lu Qingfeng, a little speechless.
I just wanted you to follow your heart when making a decision. Do you really have to close your eyes and think about it that seriously?
Before long, however, Lu Qingfeng opened his eyes. His gaze was so unusually sharp that it almost hurt to look at him. As expected of someone who had seen combat. Was this that legendary aura of menace, bloodlust, dominance, and whatever else?
Lin Zhishui maintained his smile and said, "It seems you've understood."
Lu Qingfeng slowly suppressed the sword intent threatening to erupt within him and reined in the sword light in his eyes. Only after taking a deep breath did he say, "Thank you for your guidance. I will forever remember this kindness."
It was just a few words. Surely that's a bit much... Lin Zhishui muttered inwardly, then shook his head. "It's only a simple truth. Your heart was bound by an obsession, so you couldn't see it."
"You're too modest." Lu Qingfeng slowly shook his head.
Senior Lin seemed to have offered only a few simple words of advice, but in truth, those few words were already enough. He needed no further guidance.
He already possessed exceptional talent in the Sword Dao and had honed his sword for five hundred years, accumulating countless scattered insights. Then he had received the calligraphy piece imbued with the Sword Dao that Senior Lin had bestowed upon him. It had brought him to the end of the path, leaving him no further room to advance.
Yet without the guidance and signposts of an inheritance, his insights into the Sword Dao remained fragmented, like countless pieces of a puzzle.
He lacked no