In the courtyard, two shadows flitted about like immortals, but the clash of their swords was filled with lethal intent. Their back-and-forth moves had an inexplicable beauty, as if each could predict the other's next move, matching each other perfectly.
While it was a beautiful sight, it also conveyed a sense of deadly seriousness.
"Young Master Tao truly is a genius when it comes to mastering the Elegant Sword Technique..."
Fu Junyu sheathed her sword and stood upright, her face full of shock.
She hadn't left the house in the past few days and didn't believe a word of Kou Zhong's outrageous braggadocio.
So young, and not disguised as some old monster, it couldn't be that he was a grandmaster.
But since it was they who had saved her, she had indeed not been stingy in teaching them.
However, the Elegant Sword Technique itself has high requirements for talent and is not meant for anyone who is not a genius to practice.
