Wen Caishang observed Li Xian's Setting Sun Bloodsword and acknowledged its brilliance, sighing, "This child's talent in Sword Dao is truly frightening. I've taught him Swordsmanship for just a year or two, seldom offering guidance along the way. Yet he has reached the Peak. My Frost Moon Yin and Yang Sword, which I've practiced longer, is merely at 'Perfection'. To reach the Peak requires either a stroke of inspiration or an extraordinary encounter of enlightenment."
"He achieved it effortlessly, naturally surpassing me as he progressed. This talent, it makes me both love and hate him."
She lay back for a light nap, occasionally hearing the sword wind blowing. Waking in the middle of the night, she noticed the candle was half burnt and transmitted a message, "Come back to rest." Shortly, the door was pushed open, with a snow blanket covering the bedding, ready for sleep.
