They had truly never expected this.
It must have been that their master taught her secretly, otherwise, how could she, a girl from a farmer's family, be so formidable.
At this moment, Meng Zhuqing had no interest in paying attention to Gong Juechen; his focus was entirely on the sparring between An Jing and Gong Juese, watching with great relish. Although they were both women, their moves were fierce, precise, and fast—he admitted that he couldn't achieve such proficiency himself.
Even though Meng Zhuqing wasn't staring at him anymore, Gong Juechen hadn't made any inappropriate moves toward Wild Goose Jade; instead, he too was watching An Jing and Gong Juese spar, with a smile that seemed both mocking and not.
As for his peach blossom eyes, they appeared to be smiling on the surface, yet they concealed profound meanings.
What those profound meanings were, only he knew.