"Your humble servant will go right now." The attendant chortled, then walked forward.
Mount Dashcloud was extremely large, and there were many regions from which one could view all of the remnant sword-scars left behind. The first row only had twenty-seven seats, but there was a distance of more than thirty meters between each seat. This way, everyone could train calmly.
The attendant walked straight towards Ning. "Fellow Dao-" the attendant began to say in a shrill voice, reaching out to pat Ning on the shoulders.
When training, Ning had his heartforce spread out to cover this entire minor world. He was completely focused on his meditations and on the sword-scars left behind by Daofather Fuju. He was mentally deducing and inferring one type of sword-art after another! He had already visualized thousands of different types, more than ten of which were more powerful than the [Three-Foot Sword].
