Fourteen sword strikes! Everyone on that mountain was stunned—who was this man exactly? He’d actually comprehended a total of fourteen sword strikes in a mere span of five days? Not only that, his cultivation level wasn’t even that strong, either.
Currently, Ye Lingshuang was totally speechless. As she stared at Qin Wentian’s silhouette, her mouth twitched before she glared at Little Rascal in her arms. Little Rascal’s eyes were wide open as he stared ahead, before whining in a baby-voice, "Awe..some..!"
"Awesome, your head." Ye Lingshuang rapped Little Rascal on its head, causing Little Rascal to glare at her unhappily.
"What are you looking at? Do you want to fight, huh?" Ye Lingshuang snorted.