Once again he raised his gaze, looking at Mo Shangjun squinting and smiling affably before him, Du Guihua's mind went blank.
So... Mo Shangjun had just been playing with her?
Her face turned red and then pale, after a long moment, Du Guihua spit out three words, "I lost."
There was no resentment.
She had long heard of Mo Shangjun's "great reputation," and now she only felt ashamed for having thought Mo Shangjun was easy to deal with.
"Not bad movements, but lacking experience."
Assessing in a casual tone, Mo Shangjun put away the military saber.
At the sound of her words, Du Guihua's face instantly turned completely red, she reached up to scratch her hair, and said awkwardly, "I don't have much experience."
Glancing at her reddening face, Mo Shangjun's lips twitched slightly, then withdrew her gaze.
This... wasn't something to be embarrassed about.
Du Guihua, admitting her utter defeat, consciously moved aside.
