"Swordsman, let me introduce them," Lei Dao pulled Jian Wushuang and said.
"This is Boozer, a crazy drunk." Lei Dao pointed at a white-robed young man, who looked drunk. With skittish eyes, the man seemingly led a dissolute life.
"This is Yao Mei, a completely evil spirit."
Jian Wushuang saw the beautiful lady with a hot figure staring at him with a spurious smile. He was scared.
"This is Yun He." Lei Dao pointed to a middle-aged man, whose mild smile was like a gentle spring breeze.
"You have fought with Shi Ling, so no need to introduce him," Lei Dao said.
"I'm Swordsman, nice to meet you," Jian Wushuang said with a smile.
"Swordsman, you have an amazing skill. Even Shi Ling lost to you. You're really powerful," Yao Mei said.
Hearing this, Shi Ling could not help but curl his lips.
"Small tricks. It doesn't deserve a mention," Jian Wushuang said modestly.
