If ever Xie Lian saw someone with a notable skill in martial arts, he couldn’t help but want to approach and talk. It wasn’t criticism of any sort, he really was just very interested and wanted to exchange ideas. Because he possessed a wealth of experience in martial arts, oftentimes he didn’t even need to think; just one glance and he could pick up on the particulars. Even if he couldn’t explain why what was, still he would feel it must be so. Usually, out of respect for his status, people would listen, but there were very few who’d actually pay attention. However, that boy listened intently, gobbled up his suggestions, and would look down at the sword in his hand from time to time.
Xie Lian rambled on for a while, before suddenly, there were more rustling noises from within the woods, like something was crawling around rapidly. Xie Lian immediately remembered that they were still in danger, and it really wasn’t the time and place to get excited. Right away, he became serious again.