"Yes."
Ren Qianqian nodded, then immediately asked, "When can I start learning swordsmanship?"
Li Hao glanced at her and said, "I'll teach you one sword technique first. Reflect on it slowly, understand it slowly. If you don't understand, then ask."
"Okay."
Ren Qianqian's face lit up with joy, and then, seeing that Li Hao had no sword by his side, she quickly offered her own sword: "You can use mine."
"No need."
Li Hao turned around and picked up the brush that was resting on the inkstone table next to him.
He then casually released a stream of Sword Qi.
The Sword Qi skimmed over the surface of the pond, and the water parted on its own, the slash as clean as a severed waterfall.
For a good few moments, the parted space only slowly healed, and where the Sword Qi had passed the end of the pond, it caused no disturbances, not harming even a single blade of grass or tree.
Li Yuanzhao and Ren Qianqian both stood there stunned, rooted to the spot.
