"In this world, who can enjoy peace and happiness every year? Life and death, rise and fall happen in the blink of an eye, but I am not afraid. My only worry is whether my children and grandchildren can shoulder great responsibilities," he said.
Li Xiangping forced a smile, no longer wishing to discuss this topic. He fetched some cloth and an ink brush, then had Li Chijing write down the sword technique.
"I've devised a single move for this sword technique, and it shall be called..."
Li Chijing tilted his head, thinking. The image of a crescent-shaped sword qi in pale moonlight emerged in his mind, and he said,
"Let's call it the Moon Que Sword Arc."
With that, he picked up his brush and, with flowing strokes, filled several pieces of cloth with meticulously detailed instructions on the circulation of qi, the distribution of mana along the sword blade, and the technique of the sword stroke. Only then was he satisfied enough to set the brush down.
