It was truly the first time they had ever heard their father say something so high-sounding yet so ruthless, advocating killing to eradicate the root of trouble.
"Whether in Jianghu or on the battlefield, these are words of absolute truth! You must remember them! Put them into practice!"
Zuo Changlu said solemnly, "You grew up in the rear, far from the front lines, so a little softheartedness was inevitable. But you must correct this yourselves. Otherwise, you will suffer grievously in Jianghu or on the battlefield in the future. Especially when two armies clash, there is no question of whether something is cruel. There are only opposing sides."
This was what worried Zuo Changlu most of all!
"Yes."
"Dad, what about sparring?"
"Sparring? That's a foolish question. These sword moves you inherited cannot be used for sparring at all. Every move strikes at a vital spot..."
Zuo Changlu rolled his eyes and said, "The Cultivation Transmission Jade Slip etched them into your minds. What need is there for sparring?"
"Yes."
Zuo Xiaonian thought it over and realized that a single leaf had indeed blinded her, trapping her within conventional thinking. Once this swordsmanship was unleashed, every spot it targeted was lethal, a chain of killing moves.
It truly was unsuitable for sparring, not to mention that her sword was far too sharp. With the two amplifying each other, she hardly dared think any further...
"Only this is swordsmanship for a true fight to the death."
Zuo Changlu said softly, "Many of those so-called sword styles from before stab at wrists, legs, and shoulders. When striking at an enemy, they leave room at every turn, showing mercy. It's simply a joke, and one played with your own life at stake..."
"Every last person who created those sword styles had something wrong