Namgung Bi-ah has a path.
The path she wants to take as a sword, the goal she wants to reach. She relentlessly walks the path, seeing that firmly grasped distant track.
It was very far.
A distant path where the destination isn’t visible.
It could make one intimidated seeing that thin yet rough path, but Namgung Bi-ah didn’t stop.
Was it because she had already seen the result?
-Slowly come.
She remembered the voice heard at the tournament in Henan.
-If you rush beyond your subject, you’ll fall.
-Leisurely so you don’t fall.
Without wavering, so as not to stray from the path.
-Then, I’ll give you a gift.
Namgung Bi-ah couldn’t forget that voice as if it was engraved.
Whose words were they?
Only the blue martial robe seen on the old man made her recognize he was from the Namgung family.
She didn’t know the identity. She also didn’t know how he beckoned her this way.
But Namgung Bi-ah walked.
As the old man said, slowly even if slow, so as not to stray from the path.
Yet without hesitation.
Swoosh-!
The sword in Namgung Bi-ah’s hand grazes the air.
No sword qi was emitted. It was a sword path without even mixing qi.
She just swung.
Since no qi was loaded, the sword was heavy, and it didn’t reach the desired speed, but it didn’t matter.
The important thing was not to stray from the path…