Sword Pavilion, by the Sword-Cleansing Pond.
"Master, that Zhou Heng... he might not come after all," a young boy, looking to be about eleven or twelve, stood by Fang Wen's side, asking softly with a very worried expression.
His name was Zhao Qingshu. Orphaned at a young age, he roamed around living a hard life until half a year ago when he was discovered by Fang Wen and taken in as a disciple.
Zhao Qingshu was born with a talent for swords, exhibiting exceptional aptitude in the Sword Dao. It wasn't long before he had brought a Ninth Grade swordsmanship to perfection, only a step away from achieving the Ninth Rank in martial arts once he perfected his stance work.
Fang Wen cultivated him as a successor, and in return, Zhao Qingshu came to regard Fang Wen as a father reborn.
Fang Wen was now heart and soul into re-establishing the Sword Pavilion, and Zhao Qingshu, seeing this, was extremely anxious as well.
