Pei Ye didn't change with the wind.
In the midst of the wind's howls, he caught the sword in an instant, and the blade playfully sprung up... transforming himself into a cluster of willow catkins.
"Yanghua"
Another startlingly beautiful sword amidst swords, he was clearly pushing his limits—this stroke might appear perfect to others, but He Jiu clearly saw a trace of hesitation.
In such a duel, there can be no pretense, because treating the opponent as a fool means you're the true fool.
He Jiu indeed still had plenty of room to maneuver, he pursued this stroke with a smile, his sword momentum even more scattered than the last, yet also more massive, enough to capture this fluttering Yanghua.
