Heavy snow, cold wind, one old, two young.
"Young man, although you have a mortal body, your energy is amazing. You are a good candidate to cultivate the Ancient Sword Technique. Do you have any thoughts to cultivate the sword?"
"Who are you?"
"It doesn't matter who I am. What's important is, do you desire to learn the sword?"
"You want to take me as your disciple?"
"Yes."
"I do have the idea to master the sword, but I don't want you to be my master. I won't take anyone as my master."
"Oh? Why?"
"Does one have to be a master to learn the sword? If everyone has to be a master, then who is the master of the ancestors?"
"Umm... Dao?"
"Let's just consider if you are the Dao! Since the first person to wield a sword could learn from the Dao, why couldn't I become him? Or are you more powerful than the Dao?"
"You! You're so powerful, kid. Who taught you about Dao? Who is your teacher?"
