"Thank you, Brother Qiu, for bestowing the Sword Bone."
"In the future, as a scholar..."
"Stop, stop, stop."
Chen Qiu looked at the scholar's leg where the wound had not yet healed; the act of kneeling even revealed the ghastly white bone. He hastily waved his hand, signaling the scholar to lie down, "I know, I know; there's no need for words of loyalty. Just lie down and focus on recovering."
"The best way to repay me is to quickly inherit the Sword Cultivator's legacy."
...
With the aid of numerous heaven and earth treasures, the scholar's injuries recovered quickly. Even though the wound had not fully healed, the scholar could not help but get up from bed and continually paced around the disciple dormitory courtyard.
His steps were a bit trembling.
This was because he hadn't walked in years and was still unaccustomed to it.
"How wonderful."
