"No... sir... It's just that my senior brother heard I was defeated and couldn't accept it. He wanted to see for himself... I couldn't stop him..."
Shen Lingyun's voice trembled, unable to speak fluently.
Ye Ling merely revealed a cryptic smile, no longer paying attention to Shen Lingyun.
Instead, he turned his gaze to Mo Tianwen, chuckling as he asked, "Mo Tianwen, a distinguished disciple of the Guiyi Dao Sect, it's said that your swordsmanship is divine, that you were born with the makings of a swordsman?"
"Hmph! What does it matter if it's true or not?"
Mo Tianwen snorted coldly, staring at Ye Ling with a hostile look, and said coldly, "Whether or not I'm a swordsmanship genius, what's it to you?"
Ye Ling shook his head with a smile and then continued, "It, of course, has nothing to do with me, but since I was young, others have also called me a swordsmanship genius!"
