Pei Yuhang had noticed something very strange recently.
Little Yueqiu, who had always been so devoted to practicing the Sword Dao, suddenly didn't want to touch a sword anymore.
The once-obedient Little Yueqiu had even grown weary of the Sword Dao. Whenever Pei Yuhang told her to practice, the little silver-haired girl would find all sorts of ways to slack off.
Even when Pei Yuhang punished her—making her copy scriptures or face the wall in reflection—the little silver-haired girl remained stubborn, simply refusing to practice her swordplay seriously.
Later, Little Yueqiu even went to Pei Yuhang herself, saying she wanted to learn Qinggong and Fist Techniques... In short, she was looking for any excuse she could to get out of her Sword Dao lessons.
Pei Yuhang felt that something was very wrong.
'Why? Why would Little Yueqiu, who was once so passionate about the Sword Dao, suddenly refuse to practice?'
'Something must have happened...'
