"You… want to teach me swordsmanship?"
The young Luo Xuan didn't expect that Jian Ling'er would say such a thing.
He looked at Jian Ling'er with some disbelief.
"Of course."
Jian Ling'er was completely certain.
Then, for some reason, she seemed a little puffed up with anger.
"Are you afraid that a good-for-nothing from the Sword Spirit Race like me can't teach you well?"
The young Luo Xuan shook his head.
"...That's not what I meant. What I meant is that my foundation is ruined, my Qi Sea has dried up, and I'm already a cripple.
With that being the case, can I still become a Sword Cultivator?"
Jian Ling'er thought for a moment.
"Hmm, I don't know if it's possible, but at least we can try. Give it a shot.
Even if it doesn't work, there'll be no regrets in the future."
Jian Ling'er was not sure if her idea was feasible.
At this moment, it could be said she had a mindset of treating a dead horse as if it were still alive.
Jian Ling'er encouraged the young Luo Xuan.
