"Indeed, although he doesn't carry the title of mentor to us, there is a bond akin to that between mentor and disciple. Henceforth, when you see him, show him due respect." Huayue nodded solemnly.
The others also restrained their smiles, looking in the direction where Feng Qingyu departed, eyes filled with admiration.
"Let's go. It's getting late." Mu Hanyan glanced at a faint glimmer of dawn and said. Unbeknownst to them, half the night had passed, and dawn was approaching.
Just as she took a step, Mu Hanyan felt her footing lighten and almost stumbled. Only then did she realize that the two blows earlier had exhausted all her Qi, especially the final sword stroke, which drained both her Qi and Divine Thought Power entirely.
However, it was understandable; with the strength of an Early Stage Great Sword Master forcefully elevated to the Peak, and then displaying the might of a Sword Saint, if she still had energy left, even she herself would find it hard to believe.
