"Up!" Lu Zhiyu was teaching Verthandi swordsmanship. The two raised their swords, posed with the exact same stance. Even their subtle movements were exactly the same.

"Pay attention to your footwork. Lower your center of gravity. Don't mess up. Look at my eyes, while looking straight ahead," he instructed.

The two swords were intertwined and clashing intermittently, as the pair practiced in the center of the backyard of the cathedral. Lu Zhiyu carefully adjusted Verthandi's footwork, wrist, stance, spirit and gaze.

Verthandi was very talented. Although she had not yet awakened her blood talent, she had reached the peak of swordsmanship in regards to pure technique. She had basically reached the highest limit that she could master at present, so all that was left for her train in was skill level.

After finishing a complete set, Lu Zhiyu put down his sword. "Yes, there is nothing to teach you in the future. Your physical condition has almost been raised to your limit."

Verthandi sat