Fei Lianzi had certainly thought of making Wang Sheng his disciple. However, with Mu Wanxuan standing before him as an obstacle, he refrained from persuading the boy. Even if he couldn't personally teach him, he could still bring him back as his junior brother or something of the sort anyway. 0

On second thought, though, Fei Lianzi realized that Bu Yu's cultivation was already approaching that of the older generation, and Fei Yu's swordsmanship was no weaker than that of Daoist elders who had trained in swordsmanship for a dozen or twenty years. There was also their master, Qing Yanzi, to worry about. 0

Uh... Given the current strength of the Shu Sword Sect, we can't really afford to provoke them.0

It would be best to focus on forming a connection for now and see if, in the future, the strong sword cultivation atmosphere of his sect's mountain could attract Fei Yu to train there for a few decades.0

Having made up his mind, Fei Lianzi stepped forward, clasped his hands, and smiled. "When your leg heals, we won't rush to the trial. I'll have a few of my martial uncles give you some guidance in sword cultivation and help sharpen your sword intent first. That should help you resolve my sword sect's urgent crisis. I rarely ask for favors in my life, but I must entrust...0