"Now, Qiu Wuji was anxious about her disciple Chu Ge's cultivation progress and pushed him a little too hard. Disregarding the fact that her disciple was only a Foundation Establishment cultivator, and a soul form easily injured at that, she forced him onto the Ice-Cold Sword Platform in hopes of helping him advance quickly."
"The sword intent she had left behind was no joke either. Just as in the Sword Trial Grotto, countless streams of Sword Qi assailed him. At his level of cultivation, he certainly benefited greatly from being there, but every additional moment was also an ordeal."
"But what else could she do? Just as when she had forced him to endure four grueling hours in the Sword Trial Grotto, he had suffered terribly, but its value had shown itself later in his battle against the enemy from beyond the heavens (). If she doted on him and held back out of concern, leaving him unable to improve for ages, who knew what sort of enemy he might face the very next moment?"
"He wanted to roam the world and familiarize himself with every little detail of it. Then he would command all the world's myriad arts, deciding the rising sun and setting moon with a single word... Qiu Wuji believed he could do it."
"But... seeing her disciple frozen until his face was blue and his lips white, swaying on the verge of collapse, Qiu Wuji could not help aching for him. Each strike of the sword felt as though it were scraping across her own heart."
"He was still just a child..."
The emotionless typing machine's cheek twitched involuntarily. Mm, it was fine. This was not for publication; he was only reading it himself. It was fine even if he died of embarrassment.
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