C317 Twenty Consecutive Days of Drawing Blades!

When Patriarch Yang Xinghe and the elders witnessed Yang Qi's acceptance, all eyes were on him. Yang Qi's hand was already on the hilt of the Small Blade, a mere 20 centimeters from his waist.

With a swift motion... Slash!

In an instant, he unsheathed the blade with a tenfold burst of speed.

The elders and Patriarch Yang Xinghe gasped in astonishment