So from a certain perspective, this turtle has indeed done a great deed.
Although Motan couldn't feel happy at all.
...
Thrust, diagonal swing, reverse spin, control the air, suppress—
The Snow Bathing Sword swirled around Wang Badan like a storm, constantly pressing down on that turtle in front of her through sword techniques that appeared plain and simple yet perfectly balanced speed, strength, and lethality. The Frostless in her hand flew up and down, striking a flurry of sparks on the other's impenetrably hard body with almost imperceptible speed.
But while maintaining such a seamless flow, considered ethereal to behold, the girl's mood could not brighten, for two reasons. Firstly, it was Wang Badan's unceasing chatter. Secondly, it was Mo, seemingly supporting her mount but actually focusing more on blocking and suppressing the Snow Bathing Sword.
