The wind whistled through the mountains.
Shen Ye stood on a rock, his expression somewhat absent-minded.
A moment ago, an incomparably sharp Sword Qi had soared up from ten miles away.
And then, everything had quieted down.
Nangong Sirui hastened his pace to go and meet up, but quickly stopped in his tracks.
Xiao Mengyu appeared on the mountain path.
"The fight's over, we're done!"
She waved at the two men.
Not only herself, but even Nangong Sirui was stunned for a moment.
That was just too fast.
Mo Ga Ru watched the Sword Qi that rose up into the sky, his brow furrowed in deep thought.
When Xiao Mengyu returned, the parrot on his shoulder immediately spoke:
"Your swordsmanship is progressing too quickly, it's getting a bit floaty, don't break through just yet."
"Why?" Xiao Mengyu was taken aback.
Mo Ga Ru's expression was solemn, and the parrot continued: