"Ancestor, why do you keep staring at me?"
Patriarch Dugu looked indifferent and hesitated, then decided against speaking, saying only, "Focus on your swordsmanship."
"Oh."
Mo Hua silently resumed swinging the bamboo sword in his hand, chopping at the wood on the back mountain.
The wood on the back mountain, its grade unknown, was harder than stone, making his wrists numb with each cut.
However, Patriarch Dugu said that this was an essential course for a Sword Cultivator.
The important thing wasn't chopping wood, but cultivating a rapport between man and sword during the process, achieving a unity of body and sword, a fusion of man and sword, thus when using the Divine Thought into sword, a mere thought would birth Sword Intent, melding the sword into the soul, having the sword roam the Taixu, and wielded like a divine emissary, invincible.
Mo Hua found it quite reasonable.
