Mo Hua only glanced once, but the sword light stung his eyes so sharply he immediately averted his gaze and dared not look directly, just catching glimpses with the corner of his eye, towards the elder's surroundings.
Beside the elder stood a young man with a sword on his back.
"Xuan Er..."
"This swordsmanship, I was not supposed to teach you, but I don't want..."
Mo Hua's Divine Sense was insufficient, Calculation still lacking experience, the causality weak, so his voice sounded intermittent, as if not fully there.
"I don't want you..."
"...I don't want the lineage of our Taixu Gate to be severed."
A fog of confusion enveloped, causality entangled, voices mixing together, it was unclear when and where this occurred.
Mo Hua tried hard to listen.
"...Divine Thought into sword... True Jue..."
"Your foundation is solid, today I will teach you..."
"Soul-Shocking Skill..."
Soul-Shocking Skill?!
A shiver ran through Mo Hua's heart.
