"I must work hard!"
Lin Fan clenched his fist, his expression resolute, as he continued to practice Qinggong in the courtyard.
"A teachable youth."
Zhou Yi nodded slightly; the so-called 'a sword that can break mountains' was of course impossible, its true purpose was to encourage Lin Fan to cultivate in earnest.
The greatest flaw of a genius is that they achieve too easily, prone to arrogance and impatience!
Now, setting a goal that seemed out of reach, to hold reverence in his heart and to be careful at all times, would not be a bad thing. As for how entertaining it would be to eventually find out that all the others in the martial world were mere minnows, Zhou Yi had a slight expectation in his heart.
A volume of records materialized in his hand, chronicling the history of Spirit Sword City, from the forbidden area of the Scripture Pavilion in the Sword Casting Hall.
Just by the name Spirit Sword City, one could guess its connection with the Spirit Sword Sect of the past.