I naturally couldn't rest easy about leaving Song Jue, who was so weak and couldn't take care of himself. I gave him a silver sword and said, "Every day when you get up, learn martial arts with sister. Got it?"
Song Jue smilingly took the sword and nodded.
Song Jue usually exercised, so his foundation wasn't too terrible. Every day, before dawn, I would get up with him to practice.
Otherwise, how could I say he was intelligent? He was literate and martial. He improved at a supernatural speed.
Looking at Song Jue practicing sword under the tree, I smiled with satisfaction.
Song Jue sheathed his sword and walked toward me.
His figure was tall, his face like jade. My heart rarely skipped a beat.
I said, "Very good. You're almost ready to be teacher's apprentice." I slightly turned my face away to praise him, and I only heard his clear, melodious laughter.