Seven Star Sword Dao

On a boat.

The two lofty mountains that lined the sides of the valley river made it seem like a sword had cleaved open the landform. Qin Yuluo stood at the bow, looking rather spirited. She immediately said, "Grandfather, Grandfather, the locals say that this was cleaved open by Lü Dongbin with one sword strike. Is it true?" Qin Yun was sitting cross-legged at the stern as he pondered with a frown. He held a book in one hand, and a brush in another. Occasionally, he would write something into the book, completely ignoring his granddaughter.

"Grandfather, what are you writing?" Qin Yuluo came to the stern and asked curiously.

"I instructed you to practice your sword art; has there been any progress?" Qin Yun returned with a question instead.

Qin Yuluo immediately spoke softly, "Grandfather, the sword art is a little difficult."