The page held only two words—Little Creek.
He opened it and glanced at it by the firelight, realizing this was the Swordsmanship Ye Wucheng had created, inspired by the River of Sword Qi. It was the same Martial Arts he had used earlier.
It wasn't a formal manual, however, but rather the personal notes and insights from his creation of this Martial Arts, which was why he carried it with him.
In truth, it was much like a manual, just with many added insights and ideas. The variations of the moves and the marvel of their application were all recorded in these notes, just not yet organized into a coherent system.
After a moment's thought, Fang Shuwen unceremoniously pocketed it.
Yu Yaoguang had been right. One could learn from the talents of others to improve one's own.
The principles of Martial Arts were all the same beyond a certain point. He had killed Ye Wucheng, but he didn't look down on him. The man's Swordsmanship certainly had its merits.
