"I'm relieved to hear that."
Feng Lin let out a breath, at least next time Xu Xianfan called, he would be able to tell her.
"How is your swordsmanship?"
Lan He held his cup in both hands, glancing at Feng Lin.
"Not very good, my fighting style mainly relies on stealth attacks."
Feng Lin shook his head.
Although he could also use a sword to fight, it was no different from using a dagger.
He relied on speed to get close to the enemy and then employ surprise tactics to strike at vital points.
"Try sparring with Hua Rong without using Qi, just pure weapon combat."
Lan He said to Feng Lin.
"Isn't that just letting me bully him? I might as well use the sword left-handed."
Wen Huarong looked at Feng Lin with an indifferent expression, his eyes carrying a touch of mockery.
Lan He lightly waved his hand, and a silver longsword flew from his hand, landing in front of Feng Lin.
"Senior, please go easy on me."
Feng Lin drew the sword and suddenly charged at Wen Huarong.
