Ling Zhenfei said, "Even if you're just one year older, you're still considered an elder. My parents taught me from a young age to respect my elders. You go first, or else my dad will scold me when I go back."
Ling Zhenfei was merely saying this offhandedly, since his dad had been dead for many years.
Liu Feiyang said, "Alright, alright, then I apologize for offending you."
Although his words were polite, when Liu Feiyang moved, he was not polite at all.
Suddenly, the sword in Liu Feiyang's scabbard flew out like it was shot, rushing towards Ling Zhenfei.
This sword strike was the same as the one that had just broken through Ling Zhenfei's spiritual energy.
It seemed like there was no strong spiritual energy on it, as if there was a very large space within the sword, where the energy was hidden inside.
Or, the spiritual energy was attached to the sword in a way that was so precise it did not let any excess energy dissipate, making it hard for others to sense its presence.
