"You impudent girl, don't try to fool me, perform it once more for me to see!" Lei Yao steadied her fluctuating emotions, unwilling to believe.
Bei Rushuang said no more and immediately started to perform the swordsmanship from the beginning. It flowed like drifting clouds and flowing water, rendering Lei Yao speechless.
Especially the Seventh Style, which felt even more flawless than when she performed it herself.
"This... was this instructed by that lad?" Lei Yao's beautiful eyes widened in astonishment.
Bei Rushuang nodded, saw the shock on her master's face, and felt a surge of pride in her heart. Being misunderstood by others was one thing, but just now she had been terribly misunderstood by her master, which had left her feeling suffocated and uncomfortable.
She immediately relayed the incantations of the Seventh Style that Ling Fan had pointed out to Lei Yao, who, upon hearing them, drew her sword and began to practice them.
