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This time, Xiao Yi was taken aback, then answered, "Yes, I do."
Chen Xiaojun continued, "Doesn't your Yin-Yang School primarily practice the Yin-Yang Art?"
Those words all but laid his cards on the table, hinting that he already knew Xiao Yi had recovered her memories of her previous life in the world of Qin Shi Ming Yue.
Xiao Yi caught his meaning, her fingertips unconsciously tightening around her cuffs beneath her sleeves.
Yet she merely smiled, her veil stirring gently. "The Yin-Yang Art is activated through profound internal energy. Although the Yin-Yang School's internal cultivation isn't as balanced as Taoism's, it is renowned for its formidable power."
"Among the Hundred Schools of Thought, swordsmanship is still the mainstream and the foundation."
"Although our Yin-Yang School takes an unconventional path and doesn't specialize in swordsmanship, we do have our own traditions. The Metal Division, in particular, still possesses the Taibai Sword Manual."
"We use internal energy to drive our sword techniques, which gives them a distinctive flavor."
Chen Xiaojun stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping over the bamboo leaves drifting through the courtyard. Lord Yunzhong, Xu Fu, certainly had his own unique swordsmanship. And that fellow Xinghun's invisible energy blades refined internal energy to the point of turning the intangible into the tangible.
He rubbed the subtly embroidered cloud patterns on his cuff, then suddenly turned toward Xiao Yi, who was leaning beside a bluestone.
"Why not give swordsmanship a try?" He flicked a lingering petal off his shoulder, sending it fluttering on the breeze.
Xiao Yi raised her fair wrist, the moon-white silver bracelet with its intertwining branch patterns jingling. Her dark brows, delicate as distant mountains, drew together. "Practice with a