Tuoba Zhan walked about two hundred meters before suddenly stopping. He unstrapped the enormous Mountain-Slayer from his back and held it horizontally, looking down at the dim armor-piercing runes on its blade.
"Uncle Tora," he said, his voice a little deeper than usual.
"Young master."
"When we get back, tell my father that all the Tuoba Clan's plans to recruit Lin Jin end here. Whatever ideas my father and the others still have about Lin Jin, whatever schemes the clan elders still have, stop them all."
Tobara Tora frowned slightly.
He knew Tuoba Zhan was not someone who would be frightened out of his wits by a single sparring match. On the contrary, he grew bolder with every fight and stronger against stronger opponents.
For Tuoba Zhan to say something like this, he must have sensed something unusual during their exchange.
"Young master, what did you sense while sparring with him?"
Tuoba Zhan fell silent for a moment, slung Mountain-Slayer back over his shoulder, and raised his head to look straight ahead.
"Sword intent! Sword intent that cuts through everything!"
"Everyone's sword intent is different, but it is precisely what best reflects their convictions or personality.
"Lin Jin's sword intent cuts through everything. That means he has no fear in his heart. Anyone or anything standing in his way will be cut down with a single stroke!"
"With someone like that, you can reason with him when he is willing to reason with you. When he isn't, there is nothing you can do about him."
He turned to Tobara Tora, his gaze more serious than ever.
"Most importantly, someone ranked fourth on the Heavenly Rankings was willing to set aside his status and spar with me using power at my level. That shows he isn't someone who looks down on