The man in black said, "Practice thrusting your sword ten thousand times every day for a year, and I might take you as my disciple!"
"Thank you, elder!"
Ning Xue knelt on the ground, respectfully kowtowing three times.
In this continent, powerful martial artists roam the world, even some emperors fear them greatly.
Martial artists are divided into third-class, second-class, first-class, Postnatal Martial Artist, Innate Martial Artist, and Grandmaster.
In the Imperial Palace, there is an Innate Martial Artist residing, even my father holds him in regard.
The elder before me, could he be a Grandmaster?
For the sake of vengeance, to kill her enemies, Ning Xue began her journey in martial training.
Yet on the first day, she almost failed.
Holding the Treasure Sword, thrusting it into a wooden stake, her arm went numb after just a thousand thrusts.
