Laughable, barking dogs are of no skill.
Let's see if that Yi Taoist can make Fairy Ye cry on the stage—that would be a true skill!
"Qianyuan Sword Sect's Ye Qingxue greets Lord Tan Lang~"
The girl in white slightly bent her head, bowing to Yi Chen with a composed and cautious demeanor that made Yi Chen inwardly nod his approval, even beginning to wonder if he hadn't concealed himself properly and given away a flaw.
"Zi Tian, Lord Tan Lang, greets fellow Daoist."
Yi Chen grinned broadly, revealing eight shining teeth, his robust pectorals raising the Daoist robe high, making the girl in white opposite him seem petite like a little white rabbit.
Seeing that this girl had a good sense of propriety, Yi Chengzi knew he had to act accordingly; he must hold back one punch.
"The clouds part, and the autumn moon travels across the sky; the sword departs, and the shooting star falls to the ground!"
"Skyfall Meteor!"
