Patriarch Clearwind

Vastheaven Palace. The Darknorth Estate.

Whoosh. Ji Ning was holding a tankard of wine, and the wine within it was flowing out from the opening and into his glass.

"Master, you've been really relaxed lately. A while ago you were training in the sword every day. Why have you stopped?" Su Youji walked towards them from afar.

"Who says I stopped?" Ning asked. "So long as my heart holds my sword-intent within it, I am still training in swordplay. If my heart is void of sword-intent, all the physical training in the world would be useless. To you, it might look like I'm just relaxing and drinking wine, but I'm actually training right now."

"Sophistry," Su Youji muttered.