In the front courtyard of Prince Shuang's Mansion, Xiao Mo suppressed his Realm to the Perfection of the Qi Cultivation Realm. Gripping a wooden long spear, he sank slightly into his stance and executed a simple, straight thrust. It seemed unadorned, yet a powerful gust of wind was hidden within it.
Across from him, the young man named Bai Qi felt his spirit tighten. He tapped his toes against the ground and retreated swiftly, simultaneously flipping his wrist to draw a wooden spear from his side.
The moment his feet were steady, he twisted at the waist, rotated his arm, and used the momentum to counter-thrust, his spear tip rising to meet the attack.
The two wooden spears instantly clashed. A blur of intersecting spear-shadows filled the air, accompanied by the ceaseless sound of them cutting through the wind.
