He changed the subject, asking Zhao Rong to demonstrate the "Immortal Three Sword" routine.
Afterwards, he had him perform the "Illusionary Sword" once more.
"Master, how was it?"
"So-so," Mr. Mo Da stroked his beard, his heart trembled as he silently added to himself, it's just the level of a novice of sixty years.
He sternly lectured:
"This trip to Mount Songshan is a rare opportunity; disciples from various sects will spar and learn from each other. You must watch, study, and practice more."
"Yes!" Zhao Rong dared not disobey.
Mr. Mo Da stared at the short sword on the stone table in the pavilion's courtyard and then whispered softly:
"You're still young, do not court romances everywhere."
Zhao Rong snorted with laughter.
"Master, you couldn't possibly have been reading the storybooks Quan wrote, could you?"
"The disciple has always maintained purity and integrity, untouched by the dust of worldly relationships. Where would I have found any romance?"
