Jian Wushen smiled and walked over to Wang Tian. He clapped the boy on the shoulder, the impact making Wang Tian's frame stiffen slightly, though he did not budge. "I will be watching your performance tomorrow, martial nephew. I wish you good luck. Go out there and show them what a disciple of Brother Su can do."
"Thank you, Senior Uncle," Wang Tian said, bowing again. "I will not disgrace my master."
"Do not just avoid disgrace. Win," Jian Wushen laughed. He turned back to Su Ming, leaping onto his Autumn Water Sword. "I will see you tomorrow at the arena, Brother Su. Do not be late."
With a sudden burst of wind, Jian Wushen soared into the sky, his blade disappearing into the clouds.
Su Ming watched him leave, then looked at Wang Tian. "Go back and rest. Rest your mind, not just your Qi. Tomorrow will be a long day."
"Yes, Master," Wang Tian said, retreating back toward the pines.
