Chapter 540: Register of the Martial World (6)
The room was warm.
The wind howled outside, slamming against the walls, but the bitter cold of midwinter night couldn’t make its way in. It simply rumbled uselessly, adding to the comforting sense of separation from the world.
The large window stood like a fortress, blocking the northern wind. It basked in the lantern light that someone had lit, allowing the flickering glow to wash over it.
The shadows of two raised arms, occasionally trembling, stretched upward like brushstrokes on a canvas.
Suddenly, a young woman’s voice rang out, firm and composed.
“Lady, your arms are lowering. There may come a day when you’ll need to hold your sword stance even longer than this.”
Her small hands gently reached up again. Her voice softened.
“There you go. Well done. You’ll do even better, Lady.”
“I’m tired, Sect Master...”
A child, no older than eight, mumbled. Kneeling with perfect posture, she held her short arms high over her head.
But the woman facing her showed no change in expression.
“In the martial world, standing by your conviction is always this hard. You confronted several elders without the strength to back it up and paid no price for it—so I must be the one to teach you how the martial world works. Otherwise, we may lose you one day. This isn’t like when you smashed up the village school. You understand, don’t you?”