In Prince Huai's Bedchamber, the few isolated, outnumbered "rebels" finished their discussion and prepared to carry out their rebellion, each setting off on his own assignment.
To be safe, however, Ren Ye kept Er Leng behind alone.
This gesture warmed Er Leng's heart. In this vast Prince's Mansion, all sorts of people came and went, pledging allegiance today and betraying it tomorrow, yet in the end, he alone had found a place in His Highness's heart.
Look, even with something this important, he still wants to consult me alone.
That's what our bond means.
After this string of imaginings, Er Leng cupped his fist. "Your Highness, what task do you wish to entrust to me alone?"
"If I learned your saber technique, could I use a sword instead?" Ren Ye asked directly.
Er Leng's brain nearly crashed at that. "You mean... fight with a sword, but use a saber technique?"
"Yes." Ren Ye nodded.
"An ordinary saber technique might barely work. But I practice only a swift saber that leaves room for the enemy and none for the self. Its essence lies in gathering saber intent; the moves themselves are merely the surface, the shell." Er Leng shook his head. "I'm afraid you couldn't master its essence in a short time."
Ren Ye blinked. "Then do you know any sword techniques? Something simple and powerful."
Er Leng thought back. "I did practice one sword technique to pass the time and cultivate my mind, but... my poor aptitude kept me from grasping its essence."
"What technique?!"
"The Heaven-Dominating Sword Technique." Even Er Leng blushed with embarrassment as he said the name. "The old prince taught it to me while he was alive. It also emphasizes the intent of leaving room for the enemy and none for the self, so... I studied