Two sides were fighting in the training ground. Shi Lang and Shi Ting practiced the skills of swords. Although Shi Lang's way of the sword was too robust for a girl, he did not have any trouble using a thin sword either.
Shi Ting was inclined towards fencing. Unlike her rowdy temperament, she wanted to try her hand at the elegant way of sword fighting. He did not support Shi Ting in pursuing this way of the sword, and he believed that one must follow the sword that matched their temperament.
Shi Ning and Shi Wei were on vacation from their Imperial duties and thus were watching all this from the side, and Shi Wei said, "Big Brother Lang can adjust to any fighting style. Why so?"
Shi Ning nodded and said, "It is not just practiced on a physical level. He must have spent much time on the battlefield cultivating such an aura. I doubt anyone who is not from the central plane to have such a thick blood lust. As if a demon waiting to run amock."
