Seeing his teacher leave, Zhao Jiuge, who wasn’t sure how to start cultivating the sword art, suddenly asked, “Teacher, where are you going now? I have taken over your place to cultivate, so where are you going to cultivate?” 

Jian Wuxian stared at Zhao Jiuge and sternly said, “Cultivate well. If you can’t get a good grasp of the second layer, then don’t even think about stepping outside the Mysterious Heaven Temple. When your comprehension of the sword intent is to my satisfaction, you can cultivate with the other inner sect disciples and condense your spirit core. As for where I go, why does it matter to you? Are you the teacher or am I the teacher? In three days, I’ll test you on how well you have comprehended the sword art.” Afterward, Jian Wuxian ignored Zhao Jiuge’s reaction and walked out of the temple.

Zhao Jiuge was left alone inside the inner temple. He stuck out his tongue and then looked around the room. He inhaled the calming fragrance from the incense furnace and closed his eyes. He was going to analyze the second layer of the word art.

Sword intent was...