He spoke with beginnings and ends intertwined, even diagonally across lines.
But the crowd of Jianghu people listened with obsession.
Yu Canghai kept signaling to his disciples, a single person's memory might not suffice, but with the numbers of Pine Wind Temple, they had an advantage.
The same was true for Ding Mian's side.
Feng Buping, "Stirring the governor and conception vessels, the sword moves through nine paths. There is no fastest, only faster..."
His side's incantation was even more straightforward and understandable.
Taoist of Peach Blossoms, "The essence of the sword, not rigid in form, follows the heart's desire. The flicker, an advance or retreat as swift as lightning..."
For the Taoists of Peach Valley, the incantations were even more abstruse and profound.
Those who wielded swords felt a flame ignite within their hearts, yet they knew not where to direct it.
Soon, the eyes of the two elders from Kongtong Divine Fist also held a flame.
