During these days of sword sparring with Chen Sheng, rather than calling it competition, it was more like receiving guidance.
Chen Sheng could always accurately point out the flaws in their sword techniques and even personally demonstrate ways to improve them, benefiting the four immensely. They were already convinced in both heart and mind.
Chen Sheng merely nodded slightly, maintaining his usual cold demeanor without any expression on his face.
The four Chen Clan cultivators were not surprised. After half a month of getting along, they had long figured out the nature of this Sword Immortal—cold on the outside, warm on the inside, who, despite his taciturn nature, was willing to guide them in swordsmanship.
Just as they were tidying up their magical artifacts and preparing to rest, Chen Liexiao suddenly remembered:
