Massaging out the crease lines forming on his forehead, Chi Cheng sighed heavily. Han Xuelian's suggestion was exasperating, although it was also the perfect way to spite those arrogant Generals who degraded his mother for years.
"Why would a sword dance impress seasoned Cultivators?" Chi Cheng arched a brow, crossing one leg over the other while Han Xuelian remained sitting cross-legged on the floor. A part of him thought their current positions were befitting, as would a Celestial Hunter kneel before the Celestial Beast he formed a soul bond with. "Martial arts and sword arts are only impressive if coupled with Cultivation techniques."
"Indeed they are, but currently the clans believe that you have absolutely no talent. If you can outshine the guest disciples' representative who will also be performing with Cultivation techniques then you are bound to earn the attention and praises of the Generals," Han Xuelian explained.
"And how does that benefit you?"
