"Brother Xiangdong, Jianxiang is quite skillful with the Nine Heavens Sword. He's a child truly willing to focus," Lin Daoyan praised proudly.
"Oh, come now, Yiru's Sword Charms are unmatched. Now *that's* truly impressive," Li Xiangdong said, his face showing no change, but beneath his broad, dark Taoist robe, his right hand clenched into a fist, gripping hard.
High above the Martial Arts Field, amidst the clouds, Lin Daoyan and Li Jianxiang's father, Li Xiangdong, stood on a flying boat, looking down at the ongoing battle between Li Jianxiang and Lin Yiru.
Similarly high in the sky, Elders from other halls and palaces also soared on their Instruments, watching or selecting disciples.
