Once He Yuan was fairly familiar with the set of moves, he stopped practicing. There were hundred moves but he stopped at thirty, Mo Sheng's muscle memory would handle the rest.
His eyes drifted to his arm. The injury he'd sustained in the arena had completely closed up when he was mediating at the Alchemy peak and he was only just remembering he'd been injured by Shen Mianmian in the first place.
He waved the sword left and right before placing it in its sheath by his waist. Since Mo Sheng hadn't gone over to the Sword mountain to pick a sword due to his lack of cultivation talent, elder Mo had called in a favour and made the peak master of the Weapon crafting peak craft his disciple two low grade swords.
Even if elder Mo had tons of high grade weapons, he couldn't possibly give one over to Mo Sheng as the little bit of spiritual power Mo Sheng possessed would not be enough to control a sword above low grade.
