Xiao Zongting finished the three moves, already panting heavily. He sighed and said, "I'm really getting old!"
Looking at the Broken Blade Saber in his hand, Xiao Zongting laughed at himself, "Old buddy, my frail bones can no longer move you!"
Duan Rong stood there in a daze. Although Xiao Zongting had already stopped, Duan Rong's mind kept replaying the Nameless Three Forms that Xiao Zongting had just executed.
Seeing Duan Rong standing there, eyes bright and gaze focused on the void, Xiao Zongting knew that those three moves had left their mark.
"This child... he has an epiphany..." Xiao Zongting chuckled softly. Honestly, even if Duan Rong was completely confused after watching, that would be normal. Instead, it's Duan Rong's deep contemplation now that surprises him.
Xiao Zongting put the Broken Blade Saber back in the room, then let Duan Rong stand there in a daze while he limped out of the courtyard.
There's something he needs to take care of in the backyard.
