บท 631: Focus.

Yang Dao stood in front of the middle-aged man who was holding two wooden swords. He asked, "Sir, are you a sword fighter?" 

The middle-aged man nodded and the pride in his eyes could not be hidden from Yang Dao. He asked, "Do you also know any swordsman?" 

Yang Dao shook his head and said, "Not that I can remember, but I can feel some nostalgia from your aura. May I try the sword as well?" 

His tone was very humble, he could tell that the man was here to teach Dao Yin. He had to interrupt this, the more Dao Yin indulged in the events of this illusion world, the faster she will lose herself. The middle-aged man hesitated when a sweet voice sounded, "Oh, Yang, do you also want to play with swords?" 

Yang Dao nodded to Dao Yin and then cast a gaze at the middle-aged man before smiling wryly. Dao Yin said, "Father, today I will take a day off, you can teach Yang."