The white fairy said, "I'm a sword spirit, but I'm not as good as him in terms of sword intent, not by any means."
Feng Wu thought, "The swordplay was created by my beautiful master, not my third senior brother. Of course you're not as good as my beautiful master."
"I have no idea where he is now…" The white fairy smiled wryly.
Feng Wu wondered how the white fairy became one of the ghosts kings of the land of the spirit source when she was the sword spirit of the Merry Sun Sword. What happened between her and Feng Wu's third senior brother? It had to be a very long story.
But Feng Wu knew that the white fairy would never tell her.
"Your swordplay is perfect, and no one should tamper with it. However, your sword spirit is too dumb," said the white fairy. "Since Chu Fengxiao taught you the swordplay, I must train your sword spirit!"
That suited Feng Wu's intent perfectly well. She had been waiting for the white fairy to say that.
However —
