"Later, it was through practicing inner strength that I learned to explore."
"Indeed," Ai Gen continued, resolving Zhao Rong's confusion, "Take me for instance. My father was killed by bandits while doing business, and at that time I was only nine years old. My mother supported us by weaving straw shoes."
"It was the Sect Leader who took me in as a disciple, allowing me to achieve what I have today."
"Many of the outer sect disciples share a similar rough history. The Sect Leader didn't really select us based on our roots; our natural talents vary greatly, making it difficult to satisfy him."
"But the respect and love we have for him is genuine."
Guo Yuying also nodded solemnly.
So that was it.
Zhao Rong let out a deep sigh.
According to the rules of the sect, outer sect disciples could only learn the basic sword moves and entry-level swordsmanship.
