Shushan, Qingluo Peak, the daily sword practice session.
"This is impossible!" After losing again within three moves, Guan Zhan finally couldn't help but blurt out, his entire being falling into a state of stunned self-doubt.
"There's nothing impossible about it," Ling Yunpo calmly sheathed the Green Duckweed Sword and said, "Overemphasizing offense, you have virtually no control over the rhythm, and your strategic changes are transparent at a glance. In short... I suggest you reflect on this."
With a dark face, Guan Zhan walked off to a distance to reflect.
An Zhisu, who had been watching the whole process, came over puzzled and said,
"Is this the top chief disciple of the Foundation Establishment Realm from Kunlun? He doesn't even have one-eighth of Qiu Changtian's strength."
"Heh," Ling Yunpo chuckled lightly and said, "Qiu Changtian is a once-in-a-millennium cultivation genius. How can ordinary cultivators with insufficient talent compare to him?"
