Wang Anfeng had not expected that Zhu Ling and the Great Elder would be so lenient toward Lin Qiaofu, allowing her to observe and learn superior swordsmanship from other sects in Jianghu.
By now, Lin Qiaofu's mind probably contained the techniques of a hundred, maybe a thousand superior swords. If she were to forsake all else and focus solely on martial arts, with Zhu Ling's dedicated teaching, it would take no more than twenty years for Jianghu to gain another top-level swordsman.
In this world, martial arts and sword techniques were as common as dirt, and anyone could execute a superior sword technique with a flick of the wrist.
Lin Qiaofu lowered her gaze slightly, not noticing the expression in Wang Anfeng's eyes. She seemed to have made up her mind and earnestly said, "Then I will recite the sword manual of this technique for you, Brother Wang..."
