Outside the girl was dashing through the air one foot slowly following the other.

Each step was unsteady but carried her forward a great distance.

She had to adjust often, dragging the carriage behind her.

The way it was shaking made her think it was threatening to fall apart.

“Why did you take the worst mission for your skywalk technique?”

The middle-aged man said, drifting alongside, keeping up with the speed without moving his feet.

She did not respond, there was no good answer, and she did not want to get a scolding from her master.

The man was Mo Ciyue, also known as the Silver Steps.

She knew his temperament well, he would have disapproved of her even stepping into the mission hall.

They did not have a true master-disciple relationship. There was no official announcement or ceremony. But he had been teaching her since she was a child learning to read.

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Ciyue had many concerns regarding an announcement, and his fame was just one part of it.

He was a guest where he was currently staying, but just as famous here in the lower parts of the south as he was at home.

His skywalk technique was famed, having extreme speed and control. Teaching the same to his disciple showed him his lack of ability, another reminder since leaving the Soaring Sect's Territory.

With plenty of people wanting his life; it's better to keep their blade point away from you until you're done atleast.

Your talent can shock, but it's certainly not easy to teach. No, no, your stubbornness doesn’t help any. Just read every book on Skywalk they are all the same in essence.

“The technique pavilion of the Soaring Sect is better, it would always be open…” Mo Ciyue cut himself off.

Oh, that was close, I almost broke the late lord's first rule. Ciyue let out a long sigh and dashed forward without warning.

His voice traveled back on the wind “Make the technique yours and the sky yours. Do you remember the first rule of the old Heaven Treading sect?”

Some whispered mutterings followed, “This does not count as breaking the rules, does it?”

If someone were to see what happened, mortal or Immortal none would believe the retelling.

Her stability improved, and speed doubled, and all the strain from her face disappeared.

For the first time in a while, the girl smiled. Finally, I, Zu Wairen, have made the sky mine.