Fang Lian gulped.
She debated, should she indulge her master by asking about the technique, or remain silent?
But the words slipped out before she could even decide.
"That's… an interesting one, Master. How did you come up with it?"
Fang Yuan's lips curved in a rare smile, his tone brightening with a hint of joy.
"You see, Lian'er, life is very beautiful."
Her eyes widened slightly, the sudden warmth in his voice catching her off guard.
She leaned in, listening carefully as his story unfolded.
"I was fighting this old man, and I was overpowering him completely and when I say completely, I really mean it. The difference between our realms was so vast I could even crushed him with sheer strength alone. But his body… it was different. Do you remember our family's move, the Tyrant Light Sword – Star Form?"
Fang Lian nodded quickly, eyes shining.
