Li Yuanxiu stood in the courtyard, cradling his sword, while Li Yuanjiao, clad in a black robe, drew his sword and danced, cutting through the cold wind with a few sharp whooshes. His hands turned white from his tight grip, and Green Peak felt heavy; a fine sweat was visible on Li Yuanjiao's face.
"Jiaojiao, how long have you been studying the 'Mysterious Water Sword Technique'?"
Li Yuanxiu placed his hand on Li Yuanjiao's shoulder, correcting his sword technique, and asked in a gentle voice.
"Just over two years."
Li Yuanjiao replied softly. After Li Yuanxiu corrected a few of his mistakes, a boy who looked younger than Li Yuanxiu walked into the courtyard, bowed to the two, and raised his head to say,
"Brother, my father is asking you to come up the mountain."
"Hmm."
Li Yuanxiu nodded to Li Yuanyun before him and turned to say,
"Go tell them in the eastern courtyard that I won't be handling affairs right now."
