He spoke without disparagement, without praise, just calmly stating facts.
Zhang Yan humbly asked, "Then if a disciple wishes to pursue the Superior Sword Skill, what should he do?"
Yue Xuanxiao glanced at his face and said, "I just ask you one question, do you really want to learn the true transmission of our sect?"
Zhang Yan said solemnly, "I seek the True Skill."
Yue Xuanxiao said, "Good!" After speaking, without any visible effort, he flipped his palm and captured Zhang Yan's sword ball in his hand. With a gentle grasp, a crisp sound was heard, like gold breaking jade, and the sword ball was crushed into powder, dispersing as spirit dust.
Zhang Yan's sword ball was deeply connected to his heart and spirit, and if damaged, would ordinarily harm his consciousness. Yet seeing it destruct, he still felt it intact in an inexplicable, mysterious manner.
