Three Thousand Sword Intent
Translator: CKtalon
"What sword technique is this?" Zhou Wen asked the white-robed man.
Previously, he hadn't been interested in the white-robed man's sword technique. He only wanted to memorize the sword technique and get the white-robed man to tell him the way to leave. Therefore, he didn't even ask for the name of the sword technique.
Now, Zhou Wen had no choice but to take this unassuming sword technique seriously. This was because he couldn't confidently tell the white-robed man that he had memorized the sword technique.
"It doesn't have a name. Whatever you think it is will be its name," the person in white said.
Zhou Wen frowned as he looked at the white-robed man. He didn't say a word for a while. Although he had long imagined that the white-robed man wouldn't tell him the way to leave so easily, the strangeness of the sword technique exceeded his imagination.
"Do you want me to demonstrate it to you again?" the white-robed man asked Zhou Wen with a smile.