"Oh?" Shen Wen'an showed a slight smile: "And now?"
Shen Chongzhen gazed at him intently.
"Now..."
He drew the longsword from the scabbard halfway, revealing seven inches of the flickering cold blade, and said: "Now it's like this, even if the sword is drawn by seven inches, it still feels hesitant, losing its sharpness."
Upon hearing his son's words, Shen Wen'an was slightly surprised, then sighed gently: "Your perception is very keen."
"But... Ah Die has nothing to worry about, just needs a good rest."
"When your mother is back, inform her."
After gently patting his son's shoulder, Shen Wen'an said in a deep voice: "Techniques and the Dao need cultivation, but one's own realm shouldn't lag behind."
"Sword cultivators need to convert their spiritual power into sword essence, and advancing in realm itself takes more time than it does for Immortal Dao cultivators."
"You have to weigh the pros and cons, don't neglect one for the other."
