But he did not really have any grounds to refute that reason. The Seven Peaks Grand Competition was held once every six years, and it was perfectly normal for a newly admitted disciple to want to watch.
"Consider today a day off."
As Recluse Sansan spoke, he raised his hand toward the rusty sword on the cliff face.
With a metallic ring, the rusty sword pulled itself free of the cliff face, then flew back into Recluse Sansan's hand with a swish.
"But the training ahead will grow harder by the day. To become a true Sword Cultivator, your first priority is to control this sword more freely than your own arm."
As he spoke, he held up the rusty sword in his hand, then abruptly swung his arm.
As a sword cry rang out, the flying sword in Recluse Sansan's hand turned into a streak of light and flew straight toward the cliff face.
Just as it was about to pierce the cliff face, Recluse Sansan raised his arm and swept his sword fingers sharply before him.
In an instant, the rusty sword transformed into countless streaks of sword light, which gathered into a brilliantly colored gale that swept violently across the cliff face.
Boom!
Amid the thunderous crash, the once-bare cliff face was suddenly covered in densely packed characters.
"Three thousand characters with one sword stroke. When your Sword-Controlling Art reaches this level, you can come learn the swordsmanship of Sword Nine-that is, me."
Arms folded across his chest, Recluse Sansan gazed proudly at the cliff face before him.
The Main Peak of the Azure Profound Sect.
Before Five Ancestors Pool.
This was where the Azure Profound Sect paid homage to the five ancestors who had founded it. Huge statues of the five ancestors stood in the