Xian Village.
Chen Meng stood in the training courtyard, waving his sword around with practised precision. He was trying to incorporate Lu Tianzi's advice into his current sword skills.
With each swing, he felt that he was getting closer and closer to his goal. But just when he felt like he was about to touch upon an epiphany, a voice from behind broke his train of thoughts.
"Chen Meng, why don't I see the travellers? Are they not with you today?" Bo Xie approached with grace, his hands tucked neatly behind his back.
"Sir Lu told me that the training is cancelled for today. He probably has something planned," Chen Meng answered honestly, trying his best to conceal his irritation.
"Sir Lu? Training?" Bo Xie raised an eyebrow at the youngster. "I might not have seen you around the village much these days, but what is this all about?"
