Five days later, Huang Lin’s private training grounds.
Two swords clashed, making a sound so loud that it was as if an explosion had just occurred. Fang Xingjian consistently retreated, yet continued to hold his stance against the immense force. A satisfied grin broke out on Huang Lin’s face, and a tinge of content appeared in his gaze.
“This is truly unbelievable. Xingjian, with your talent, in the future you’ll definitely be one of the top swordsmen in the world.”
Fang Xingjian exhaled briefly, expelling the foul air in his chest and replied, “Thank you for your guidance, teacher.”
“No need to thank me. Your talent...” Huang Lin shook his head and said, “Remember, definitely don’t reveal your talent to other people… Sigh, but if you really were to become a Windstorm Sword Hero, it would not matter anymore.”
