The moonlight was hazy, in the courtyard.
Xiao Zhuyun, dressed in black, exuded a mysterious beauty. Holding a sword, as a night breeze blew by, her clothes fluttered like those of an immortal.
"I saw Brother Chen's saber technique yesterday, and I've been eager to learn from it."
Her tone was infused with strong confidence, quite different from her usual gentleness, revealing the sharpness unique to a martial artist.
Chen Ming was a bit surprised. It seemed that during yesterday's martial arts gathering, she hid her strength, yielding to that young master of the Qin family.
"Brother Chen, be careful!"
Xiao Zhuyun let out a soft exclamation as she drew her sword. A flash of cold light appeared, heading directly for Chen Ming's chest.
Experts could tell the skill from the very first move.
This thrust made Chen Ming feel tremendous pressure. He focused with full attention, raising his long saber to ward off the attack, targeting her wrist.
"Good!"
