Mu Wan'er's eyes welled with tears, and she choked out, "It seems you haven't neglected your martial arts these past ten years; your Heavenly Sword Technique has already reached a state of perfection."
Shu Han approached Mu Wan'er. He was now half a head taller than her, no longer the boy who used to follow her around. Shu Han sighed, "Whenever I have a thought in my mind, I practice my sword techniques. I do this every day, never daring to neglect it."
Mu Wan'er laughed, but tears streamed down her face. "You little rascal," she said, "ten years ago you were just a dull little kid, and now you're so talkative! You're not being honest!" Shu Han smiled, "Ten years ago, Shu Han was still a child; ten years later, Sister Wan'er is still a young woman."
Mu Wan'er touched her face, a look of
