One Sword Mountain, Welcoming Guest Peak.
Ji Li was forced back by Lu Xun repeatedly. Then, Lu Xun moved forward with a big swing of his hand — smack!
The sword sheath accurately struck her pert buttocks, causing waves of ripples.
"You lost again." Lu Xun said.
Ji Li's cute face flushed, with an expression of resignation. She seemed to have gotten accustomed to it.
Lu Xun looked at her and spoke, "Can't you focus a bit more when we spar?"
"You know you expose too many flaws when you're not concentrating, right?"
"If you meet an enemy fighting for life and death, you would have died countless times by now."
In this respect, Lu Xun was somewhat serious for once.
On hearing this, Ji Li murmured, " I can't keep all of my attention on sparring when I am looking at you!"
A confession from a beauty admirer.
At Ji Li's words, Lu Xun found himself laughing at her charming and silly behavior, saying, "Are you implying, it wouldn't be the same when fighting others?"
