Unlike the other Thirteen Sword Masters, who always think of taking in good seedlings and nurturing them,
she spent all her patience in Asking Sword, and for a hundred years she had no disciples, rarely disturbed by outsiders in the mountains.
Until the Sect Master threw a little one as small as a garlic sprout into her mountain, whom she could neither beat nor scold.
Her superior sword technique, could this three-year-old child really understand it?
Knowing that she couldn't teach swordsmanship, she simply turned a deaf ear to the sect master's instructions and ignored the little one, practicing and comprehending the sword by herself on the mountain, as if he wasn't there at all.
Luckily, the little one understood too, neither noisy nor troublesome, and would sit there for a whole day.
The Sect Master instructed her to teach him swordplay properly, so that the child could learn sword well by following her.
