"Miss Lin," said Yi Yun with a smile because he knew Lin Xintong would come.
Back then, Yi Yun had sparred with Lin Xintong at this waterfall.
Without saying a word, Lin Xintong moved and a cold sword beam from the soft sword was thrust at Yi Yun like a silver snake!
Lin Xintong's swordplay contained an indescribable charm; it was like a beautiful dance.
Yi Yun focused and his feet moved his body, and with a move of his shoulders, his body turned into a series of shadows; Minute Subtlety!
Yi Yun barely avoided Lin Xintong's sword. Although it looked like he had dangerously avoided it, every move was within Yi Yun's calculations, it was all precise and just right!
"You are getting more skilled at Minute Subtlety." Lin Xintong sheathed her sword and praised Yi Yun.
