Ye Chen, as expected of a first-grade Meridian Sword Cultivator, guided Ning Bufan, making him increasingly proficient in various basic sword techniques. In just one afternoon, his movements became much more agile, displaying the demeanor of a chivalrous hero.
"Lower your center of gravity, the sword speed is too slow, faster! Still too slow, faster!"
"Footwork, pay attention to your footwork! The sword is for killing, but footwork is for self-preservation!"
"Try again! Still not enough! Try again!"
"Yes, that's it..."
As evening fell, Ning Bufan lay on the ground, panting heavily, exhausted, extremely exhausted.
Every muscle in his body ached and felt weak, sweat had almost dried up, his once fair skin had darkened, and his slightly youthful face was now etched with weariness and vi
