"Feng Yueya couldn't help but sneer, "That's not just familiar; that's clearly my Crescent Moon Swordsmanship."
The meaning was self-evident: You've stolen my swordsmanship!
"Crescent Moon Swordsmanship?" Yushangshu murmured, "That's a nice name. Did you create it yourself?"
"Nonsense, on this earth, only I can do it. Of course, you're the exception!" Because you learned it by stealing!
Yushangshu, however, not only did not feel ashamed but even slightly curved his lips into a smile.
"It's quite good that in this world, only you and I know this swordsmanship."
Feng Yueya burst out laughing in anger. This man had stolen someone else's sword technique, and rather than being ashamed, he took pride in it.
She wondered what his brain was made of.
"Xiao Tong." Suddenly, Yushangshu called out to her out of nowhere.
"What?"
"It seems we can't escape today."
Feng Yueya poked her head out from behind his back and almost had a heart attack.
