But soon, the scene of how he had just helped Liang Zhu break the sword formation surfaced in Xu Taiping's mind.
Thinking Lin Buyu was curious about that sword technique of his, he said earnestly:
"Junior Sister Buyu, if you want to see it, I can demonstrate it for you once this trial is over."
Lin Buyu was also taken aback by his reply.
Clearly, although Xu Taiping had understood what she was asking, he had not fully understood.
But upon seeing his sincere expression, Lin Buyu smiled sweetly and nodded.
"All right."
Yet she immediately asked Xu Taiping another question:
"When you demonstrate it later, can you make that rain fall harder than it did just now?"
"Harder?" Lin Buyu's question left Xu Taiping scratching his head.
But after seeing the anticipation in her clear eyes, he finally nodded and said, "I'll do my best... to try."
Xu Taiping explained to her very earnestly:
"Although I can draw on more true essence when I strike, if that Cloud-Sundering Sword doesn't give it its all, the spectacle my strike can stir up will also be very limited."
He then explained to Lin Buyu why he felt the Cloud-Sundering Sword had not given its all.
Lin Buyu did not interrupt Xu Taiping.
Instead, she leaned against the stone bridge's railing, a faint smile on her face, watching quietly and listening quietly.
Sunlight spilled down, and a gentle breeze brushed past.
The two figures beside the bridge formed a scene of their own.
"Clang!"
A moment later, a sudden, ringing sword cry interrupted their conversation.
Both turned toward the sound and saw Yu Lan, a disciple of the Five Peaks clad in yellow, holding her palm beneath a flying sword from a distance. The blade radiated dazzling sword radiance as she soared