"The move behind this one has nothing to do with the founder of our sect; it is a move that I comprehended on my own," said Zhao Rong.
"Ah?"
Fang let out a strange cry, his expression written all over his face, and he couldn't help but take another look at the move.
"Why does your technique...seem even more profound?"
His mouth agape, he said, "Great Master Nephew, could it be that you have already surpassed the founder!"
Zhao Rong shook his head with a smile, "It's hard to say who is more ingenious."
"If Uncle thinks my swordsmanship is more profound, it's because all of our sect's sword techniques were created based on the founder's style, and you see his moves clearly."
"The sword momentum I comprehend is different from the founder's, so when Uncle judges my swordsmanship based on the founder's foundation, naturally there will be a disparity."
He left one thought unspoken.
Although Uncle had respectable qinggong, his eye for sword forms was somewhat lacking.
