Constant dripping wears away stone; a rope saw can sever wood.
By the time Du Youqian's twenty-year garrison duty was nearing its end, his comprehension of that one sword strike had finally… crossed the threshold.
Every time he had felt he was making great progress, he would look back a while later only to realize he had been unable to see the forest for the trees.
The more he understood this sword strike, the more he discovered how much he still didn't understand.
It was just a single sword strike… yet it was vast and profound.
After contemplating it for so long, he could still only glimpse a fraction of the whole.
Like a blind man feeling an elephant, he couldn't grasp the whole picture.
'Perhaps I think I've crossed the threshold now and grasped a great deal. But when I comprehend even more in the future, I'll probably realize that my current understanding is riddled with errors.'
