Yi Qing demonstrated this set of sword techniques for almost an hour. His movements were ever-changing and powerful. Although he had tried his best to rein in the force of his Sword Qi, the entire upper section of the island had been cleaved off by him by the time he finally withdrew his Qi.
"Master, this is the sword technique I usually use." Yi Qing turned towards Shen Ying, his fists cupped in respect. He looked straight at her with shining eyes.
Without really thinking, Shen Ying praised, "Ah, not bad!" It's just a little too slow.
"Thank you Master!" He grew even more emotional. "Please guide me."
"…" Flustered, Shen Ying began to perspire. What guidance could she give? She didn't know anything about sword techniques.
Noticing her predicament, Lonemoon smirked and said, "Yes, guide him, guide him."
"Er… this…"
