"Young Master Lu, the quality of your sword performance is indeed… too low!" Fang Zhengzhi looked at the sword that landed on the ground and sighed heavily with a sad expression on his face.
"It is indeed bad!" Chi Guyan also shook her head.
Lu Yusheng's throat moved slightly. He wanted to explain, yet, when the words reached his mouth, he wasn't able to utter them. What was there to explain? That he was actually quite proficient in sword performance?
Wasn't that just saying that he was somebody who did sword performances?
When he thought of this, Lu Yusheng once again felt that somebody had stuffed a lump of feathers into his mouth. He was really stuck, so stuck that he didn't even have the ability to explain himself.
At this moment, Chi Guyan, holding on to Fang Zhengzhi, had already moved past him.
The both of them…
Didn't even give him a second glance.
"Let's sit together?" Fang Zhengzhi looked at Yan Xiu.
