Chapter 259: The Appearance of the Divine Dragon (15)
"Why do you hold a sword and swing it?"
Qing asked back.
“Hmm. Is it wrong to do it in order to survive?”
“When your skills were still shallow, sure. But you're a martial artist one could already call a master. At your level, you could survive even without lifting a sword. And if that’s the case, a sword swung solely for survival will inevitably lose its edge—its intent will dull.”
“Oh.”
Honestly, that was true.
By late Peak Realm, she had enough skill to be treated like royalty even if she set up shop in some village martial hall.
Of course, there were still plenty of higher-level martial artists crawling out of the woodwork.
But really, had she ever worried about survival lately?
Not even when dealing with those Blood Sect bastards.
She charged in relying on her constitution—immune to poison.
And while doing so, what had she thought?