He didn't even wait for Yan to say anything or prepare himself before charging forward, with the unexpectedly charge, Yan also drew his sword and charge towards him.
'Like master used to say, it doesn't matter anyway, wether you share the dream you had or not.'
Clashing in the middle, Sifeng had decided not to use his full strength due to the unmatched sharpness of his sword, afraid that he might injure the boy, so he had held back his strength, or so, he thought.
Because just as the two of them clashed, with their sword hitting one another, the tip of Yan sword snapped and fell down making Sifeng's golden sword continue to move forward, towards the boy's neck, but he had quickly stopped himself.
"Huh? Why is this thing so sharp, I held my strength back."
What Sifeng didn't know is that he was so happy for no reason that he had put too much strength into his strike, thinking that he had held back.
He's just in a great mood today.
