In the training grounds.
The Female Swordsmen were all watching Qi Yue.
Following her movements, they learned one slash at a time.
Zhao Chi had already told them the basic methods; now they needed to practice and familiarize themselves with them.
But this kind of practice took time.
It was a process of accumulating experience over time.
Only then could it build up into their own Combat Power.
If a senior offered guidance, their progress would naturally be much faster.
At this moment, Zhao Chi was that senior.
Zhao Chi could correct Qi Yue's every move in real-time.
He was inside Qi Yue's body, and based on how she exerted her strength, he could clearly feel where she needed to make adjustments.
Zhao Chi: [That last slash was good, but you need to twist your waist to generate power, like this.]
