"I really do love knives. I love their heaviness and strength, their unstoppable momentum... far more than the twisting of swords." The woman seemed to become more talkative when it came to knives, "I love it… more than many other things."
The young man practicing his sword just sat beside her, feeling no offense, but rather nodding repeatedly.
This shared feeling of happiness at sight was universal.
"I believe that whatever the sword can achieve, the knife can likewise achieve." The woman stroked her knife, her voice sinking low. "Why should a sword... always be superior to a knife?"
"So you want to beat Shang Huaitong in the martial arts competition, it's your journey to enlightenment, right?" Pei Ye's voice was slow and mild, "Because he's the young man with the most gifted Bowang Swordsmanship?"
