In the small courtyard of Taiping Medical Hall, crows hopped from branch to branch, as if they had seen something unbelievable.
Old Yao rose from his bamboo recliner, startled to the point of stuttering several "you, you, you."
Chen Ji sat cross-legged on the ground, feeling the faint Sword Qi within his body.
Old Yao bent down and twisted Chen Ji's ear, "Wake up, what just happened!?"
"Ouch, ouch, ouch," Chen Ji grimaced.
He had been full of pride and vigor just a moment ago; however, Old Yao's twist abruptly brought him back to reality.
Just like all children who grow up, no matter how impressive they are outside, they are still nagged by their parents once they return home.
Chen Ji quickly asked, "What's wrong, Master?"
Old Yao released his ear and stood up straight, annoyed, "I'm asking you, were you just practicing the Sword Seed Path!?"
"Yes."
Old Yao stroked his beard, momentarily at a loss for words, tongue-tied.
