"As your father, I've been immersed in the Sword Dao for over a hundred years. Even though I haven't focused entirely on the arts like you, I'm beyond what a young lad like you can compare to."
"Keep practicing."
As he spoke, he extended a hand and summoned the distant sword stuck in the wooden man target into his hand, handing it to Shen Chongzhen.
Seeing the duel between father and son come to an end, Shen Chongming and Xu Zhan slowly approached.
"Third Uncle."
The two saluted with cupped hands.
Beside them, Shen Chongzhen hastily hugged his sword and cupped his hands to greet, "Brother Ming, brother-in-law."
Shen Wen'an glanced at the two and nodded slightly.
"Have both your injuries healed?"
The two exchanged a glance and nodded.
"Let's go, we'll talk in the front courtyard."
After Shen Wen'an spoke, he led them to the pavilion in the front courtyard and sat down.
