"Borrowing the fire of the southern Bing and Ding..."
Huang Anshi recited the spell halfway, reached for the talisman paper but grabbed nothing.
Turning around, he saw his four foolish disciples craning their necks to watch the show.
Those two female swordsmen fought from the ground to the roof, their moves fierce and relentless, completely leaving no room for mercy, truly breathtaking.
They occasionally leapt into the air, twisting mid-flight, their swords like dragons, eliciting gasps and applause from the audience in the dojo.
"Master, how about we finish watching before performing the ritual?"
"Yeah, yeah, it's been a while since we saw such an exciting battle!"
Did you pay to watch?
Huang Anshi was helpless and had to put down the peach wood sword, saying to the girl beside him, "My disciples are naughty and made the lady laugh. I didn't expect your dojo to have such impressive people."
Lily: "..."
