Chen Qing and Yu Qingshuang were descending the mountain when thick, dark clouds still loomed over the sky.
A day passed, yet the rain hadn't fallen.
Upon reaching the mountain gate, they found Gongsun Xiu already waiting outside.
Gongsun Xiu burped out a trace of alcohol, "Ye wasn't too confident in you two, so he sent me to help keep an eye."
Chen Qing cupped his fist, "Thank you, Brother."
Yu Qingshuang, somewhat reluctantly, also cupped her hand, "Thank you, Brother."
Gongsun Xiu laughed, "Qingshuang, a sword that has taken a life and a sword that hasn't are different."
"Being able to exchange over fifty blows with me without stepping out of the house makes you the best among Wuyou Mountain's younger generation."
"The Mountain Master has decided to impart the sword scripture to you."
Chen Qing asked, "And what about me?"
Gongsun Xiu shook his head, "You shouldn't be hasty, Brother. Teaching you now would only harm you."