C126 Again Meeting the Wicked

He was as cold as the clouds, caught off guard. The tip of his sword was only close to his throat. With both hands holding his saber and cupping his hands, he said, "Little brother, your swordsmanship is indeed exquisite. I've lost."

"Of course." "Thank you."

He put away the sword and handed it to Wen Zhu, who returned it to the sheath. He said to Leng Ruyun