Yun Chujiu was anxious. She finally understood that these people’s attention was on the broken sheepskin and no one paid any attention to her.
She stretched her neck and looked at the broken sheepskin again, muttering, “What’s there to see? Isn’t it just a blind demonstration with a broken sword? !”
Leng Kui had long disliked her. Hearing her words, he said disdainfully, “You don’t use a sword, so of course you don’t know the profoundness inside. Of course, with your perception, even if you use a sword, you won’t be able to understand it.”
Yun Chujiu was already burning with anxiety. Hearing Leng Kui’s words, her little temper immediately rose up, she held the big kitchen knife and sneered, “So what if I don’t use a sword? I can still comprehend it with a big kitchen knife! Isn’t it just this posture? What’s so great about it? Don’t even think about comprehending it, What’s the point of comprehending it!”