Li Fan felt overwhelmed. "Ah, it's nothing, just continue practicing at your own pace, strengthen your foundations, and no need to rush."
"I, I feel like there's no difference between the swords, I still find the one I've always used the most convenient..."
Li Fan couldn't help but cover his face, ruined, it's truly ruined now.
Honestly, if Ah Sha were ordinarily not diligent in practice, it might have been overlooked, but she had been so dedicated, practicing swordsmanship so fervently that her hands were calloused, yet she still seemed to possess no discernible talent; it could only mean that she truly lacked a talent for the sword.
The five swords forged by Xuantian, which Li Fan had examined one by one, were clearly designed with specific variations in mind for the Xuantian sword technique: lifting, striking, rapid hits, lightning, defensive moves, each tailored differently in terms of blade thickness, balance, and positioning.