The weak cry out with all their might, yet no one cares; The strong whisper softly, yet their words penetrate deeply into the heart. A Talent Tree ablaze with flames, every leaf bearing different spirit runes, Lu Ye, reduced to a mining slave after his sect was destroyed, used this to become a cultivator and stirred the winds of change in the Nine Provinces...
On his journey here, he had fought every step of the way with his blade; his own combat style was enough to define his future faction.
Li Baxian nodded, "Combat cultivators form a large faction, among which sword cultivators are held in the highest esteem. It is said that the sword is the king of all weapons and the killing power of sword cultivators is the strongest among combat cultivators. Since you want to become a combat cultivator, have you considered practicing the sword?"
"My senior brother uses a blade."
"I know, but the blade you used before, I've seen it; it's almost like a sword. If you're willing to practice the sword, I can teach you and save you from taking many detours."
After a moment of serious thought, Lu Ye slowly shook his head: "I don't quite get along with swords; I've used one before, but no matter what, it didn't feel right in my hand."
Li Baxian persisted earnestly, "These things can be gradually adapted to. You'll get used to it as you practice."