"People follow the sword; the sword follows the heart's intent... Yes, it should conform to my will..."
"Why do I still fail to see the answer clearly when Master has already told me?"
Tang Fei picked himself up from the ground, and drawing his long sword from within the stone, began practicing once more.
As the whistling sound of the sword came from behind, a faint smile emerged at the corners of Xuanyuan Mingjing's lips: "The boy is indeed teachable."
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Little Fatty was smashing stones in the yard.
The noise from Little Fatty's stone smashing used to be deafening, audible throughout the entire village.
As his strength grew and his technique improved, now when his hammer struck, the stone would break into the shape he desired, yet no sound would be heard.
This also avoided the risk of disturbing the peace.
