[Day 8 on the Cosmic Sailer]
Wang Ling seated on the stern like always, by his side was Roan drinking alcohol with each other as they watched the children train, 'How is it that you are training in the sword, Wudi? I thought the White Rings didn't train their bodies and just used the element of the world?'
'I thought I was just a normal human a few days ago, I couldn't possibly change my way of fighting after so long. The swords I mastered can match those who had trained for years now, I am not giving up the path I created just so that I can conform to tradition.' Wang Ling was still playing make-believe with Roan who think of him as someone from the White Rings or the Holy Race.