Seeing Wan Xuegui's expression, and using his Soul Talent to perceive the other man's thoughts, Ye Tianling's mind reeled. He was utterly speechless.
"To treat a sword merely as a weapon is the way of a Lower-class Cultivator. To treat it as a part of your body is the way of a Middle-class Cultivator. But to treat a sword as not a sword, and yet still a sword—that is the way of an Upper-class Cultivator."
Ye Tianling said, bullshitting him.
The theory sounded profound when he said it, but in reality, it was just bullshit.
But Wan Xuegui had never heard such a novel, nonsensical theory before. Upon hearing it, he looked utterly dumbfounded.
"Grandfather, what's the difference between the lower-class and the upper-class then?"
Wan Xuegui was a little confused—and how could he not be? If he had met Ye Tianling any sooner, he would have been confused long ago.
A look of appreciation appeared in Ye Tianling's eyes. "Not bad. You're thinking. That's very good."
