"Then give me more of it, the better I do, the better you'll do!"
However, the feeling of difficulty and helplessness followed.
The Dao Classics are the Dao Classics, and I am me.
Feng Yin immediately realized: "You don't have permission? Or not enough permission?"
There came a wave of slightly embarrassed emotion.
"Who has the permission then? Or how can one get enough of it?" Feng Yin asked.
Silence.
Feng Yin sighed, a sense of wisdom born amid his rapid thoughts. It seemed he'd still need to keep increasing his Qi, bit by bit, to unlock other functions or abilities of the Dao Classics.
"So what's your use then?"
After a long silence, Feng Yin finally asked.
The knife seemed also to feel it wasn't of much use, feeling rather despondent and gave a turn.
In a moment, a thought came.
"Oh, you know sword techniques? And very strong ones at that? And other types of moves, too? Many, many?"
The knife didn't sound too confident.
But Feng Yin's eyes started shining.
