Song Kun inhaled quietly upon hearing this, his expression somewhat unnatural. By this time, Jing Jianming had already retreated, his face also looking rather displeased. Their loss of face was quite significant.
He couldn't understand how the gap had become so vast in such a short time. Song Kun was equally puzzled, and both felt quite choked up inside.
"Hehe, it's surprising that after only a few days, Miss Lei's swordsmanship has improved so much. Truly, one should look at an old friend with new eyes after three days apart!" Wen Gao stepped forward, his eyes showing a hint of solemnity.
However, Lei Yao did not respond to Wen Gao's praise but turned to Ling Fan and boasted, "How was my swordsmanship? I didn't embarrass you, did I?"
Ling Fan smiled and nodded, teasing, "Yao Yao, your talent is exceptional, and your progress is so swift, it's really beyond my expectations. But this Wen Gao, he should have some real skill, shouldn't he?"
