Yang Yan was rather bewildered, but soon put it out of his mind. "How's your progress?"
"I'm getting a feel for it," Pei Ye said at once. "Let me try again."
"Get lost."
"Two or three days, probably." Pei Ye dropped his smile and grew serious. "This sword art really is quite difficult. You have to decipher it before you can master it."
Then he smiled again. "You must actually have a pretty good sword endowment to have learned this. No wonder Lord Sui singled you out that day."
Yang Yan ignored that remark, frowning slightly as he calculated. "Two or three days for the First Chapter... then how long before you reach the Second Chapter?"
"It's fine. In a few days, if I still can't understand it, someone can teach me." Pei Ye raised an eyebrow. "Is something urgent?"
Yang Yan fell silent.
He had not slept at the Martial Arts Hall last night. Instead, the people from Heavenly Mountain had summoned him to the Immortal Platform. Yesterday, the Immortal Platform contingent from Shaolong Prefecture had also arrived in Bowang, met with Heavenly Mountain's Jade Feather, and discussed the case.
"...Nothing." Yang Yan sighed. "Keep reading."
Pei Ye was indeed at a crucial point in his understanding, so for the moment he said nothing more.
Rather than comprehending the sword itself, this sword art used the sword to connect with underlying principles, and the principles of the First Chapter concerned exploring one's own body.
Pei Ye's earlier praise of Yang Yan had not been teasing. This sword art truly was difficult, and it had indeed opened up a wilderness of swordsmanship he had never touched before. Now, he held the book in one hand and rested the other on his sword hilt. The sword was the mountain, and his