In the Commander's Courtyard.
Li Xian held a bowl in his right hand, the bowl containing clear soup and white porridge, garnished with green onions. He slurped, the soup mixed with porridge sliding into his stomach, quenching his hunger, feeling very refreshed.
His left hand formed two fingers like a sword, pointing, poking, sweeping, flicking in the air… His mind echoed the lady's words:
"This is the Second Level of the Setting Sun Bloodsword, a rare superior martial arts skill."
"Go and practice it, if you feel uncomfortable, come find me. You are loyal to me, and I will support you in martial arts."
"Since you started practicing this swordsmanship, every mid-month, at midnight, you must come to see me. If you dare neglect, consider the consequences yourself."
Li Xian used his fingers as a sword. The poking, pointing, sweeping, and flicking came naturally to him; having the first layer as a foundation made it easy and successful to grasp the basics.
