Ye Yuan continued lecturing Ji Fengyan on some crucial points of physical cultivation before letting her continue her own practice.
As Ji Fengyan dragged that single-handed sword through the martial arts arena, several outsider youths glanced over. Seeing the old- and shabby-looking sword in her hands, a few of them laughed quietly.
"When Ye Yuan said he was prepared to teach her properly, I had thought he was completely muddled. Now it seems like he was just being perfunctory."
"It seems like tutor has had that sword around for many years? It looks rusty. Can it still be used?"
"Who cares if it can be used, someone is still treating it like a cherished prize."
The youths were speaking in hushed tones, thinking that they were keeping their voices very low. Little did they know that every single one of their words had carried over to Ji Fengyan's ears.
