You Can Pick Any of These People
Editor: Atlas Studios
When Han Muye reached the mountain gate, sword light flashed outside.
Two figures crossed paths.
"Clang—"
A long sword flew in front of Han Muye's feet.
The sword of a disciple of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.
Han Muye raised his hand and waved, and the sword flew back to the defeated inner sect disciple of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.
"Elder Han…"
The disciple's face turned red and he bowed to Han Muye.
"You're not proficient in the Cloud Lake Sword Technique yet. That folding cloud was slow by 30%. When you attacked, your sword move didn't follow up with the previous drifting cloud."
Han Muye spoke calmly.
Hearing Han Muye's words, the disciple bowed excitedly. "Thank you for your guidance, Elder."
He did not expect Han Muye to give him pointers on sword techniques.
Even if it was just one or two moves, he could still increase his combat strength if he practiced them well.