Back then, he had provoked the Sword King and had successfully destroyed his self-mastery. The encounter had ended with Jacob's victory. Sure enough, the Sword King was not satisfied, naturally he wanted to regain his dignity. Jacob had expected this.
"Well said, no wonder Zackmen has been telling me about you." A look of approval appeared on Quinnlan's face.
She slowly walked to the place where Shura was. Staring at it as its vicious aura rose, she continued, "It will take a long time for Shura to wash away its vicious aura, and you will face a fierce battle soon, so you need a sword of your own to fight against the enemy."
"I don't know how to use a sword," Jacob hesitated.
"Everyone knows how to use a sword. The key is to see if the swordsman discovers his own talent." Quinnlan continued, "There's a sword in everyone's heart, and that would be your Sword Way. It's as simple as that."
There was a loud sound in Jacob's mind, and Quinnlan's words made him lost in thoughts.