The moment Chen Yanwu caught sight of Chen Xiaojun, an unusual gleam flashed through her cool eyes, but they quickly returned to their usual calm.
She walked lightly up to Chen Xiaojun and said coolly, "Sixth, there's something I'd like to discuss with you."
Looking at Chen Yanwu's face, as cold and clear as ice and snow, Chen Xiaojun felt his heart tighten, as though a chill wind had swept over him. He shivered involuntarily.
His sister had quite an imposing presence, and he couldn't help feeling a little uneasy.
But he quickly regained his composure and gave her a gentle, warm smile. "Big Sister, whatever it is, just say the word. Your little brother will do everything he can."
Chen Yanwu nodded slightly, her voice still cool. "I've heard you've made progress with the Sword-Drawing Technique, enough to put it on par with the Seven Sword-Controlling Absolutes. I'd like to learn this sword technique. What do you think?"
Although her tone remained aloof, Chen Xiaojun could sense a rare earnestness in it. For someone as cool and reserved as Chen Yanwu, this was already a tremendous show of sincerity.
The Fatal Sword-Drawing Technique emphasized the unity of essence, energy, and spirit, as well as instantaneous explosive power.
Chen Xiaojun felt that this technique suited Chen Yanwu's mental system swordsmanship, which countered motion with stillness and struck second to gain the initiative. Perhaps it could take her another step forward on the path of swordsmanship.
So he nodded and said, "Since you're interested, Big Sister, I'll gladly teach you everything I know."
"However, I've only completed the initial development of the technique. I happen to need an expert like you to help me hammer it into shape, correct its flaws, and perfect it."
"If you're willing, we can discuss it