Of his three months in Kangba Left Banner, he had spent the first being drilled by Immortal Maiden Dong, nearly exhausting his reserves; in the latter two, he had drilled others instead. Every one of these forthright men of the grasslands had suffered no small blow. At last, they understood how dangerous the outside world was. With their present strength, dreaming of establishing a nation and a sword tradition was undoubtedly the ravings of fools.
Once he demonstrated certain things, they began subtly reshaping some people's thinking. Of course, the effect could not be immediate. A thousand years of tradition carried enormous inertia; it was not something that could turn around simply because someone said so.
"Are you really not going to the Golden Khan Court?" Shi Le still sounded somewhat regretful.
Hou Niao shook his head with a smile. "No. Trust me, now might not be the right time."
He knew what Shi Le was thinking, just as Shi Le knew very well what he was doing. Neither needed to say it aloud.
Shi Le wanted to change the foundation of the Golden Bloodline's swordsmanship, taking Hou Niao's Body Sword Technique as his direction. But this was not something he alone could decide. Above him were many Golden Core figures, and reaching a consensus would be far from easy.
Hou Niao wanted to change the grasslands' swordsmanship heritage by incorporating his own methods. The purpose behind that was much harder to pin down. Thus, both sides were probing each other's limits, but time was limited and did not permit much further contact.
Shi Le nodded. The timing was indeed wrong, and everything was too rushed. He had yet to get past his own reservations, let alone those of his friends, much less the elders who held the tribes' power