On the Sword Fighting Platform, Cui Qi was tall, solemn, and rigid. When young Qin Ming saw him, he always felt a sense of oppression in his heart.
Now Cui Qi's expression softened, revealing a smile: "Taoist, please!"
Qin Ming nodded, understanding his character. His dignified and unsmiling demeanor also depends on whom he faces; he often wears a smile when facing outsiders of some status.
"Please!" Qin Ming responded, his aura at the moment was very strong, carrying an irresistible sharpness, very compelling.
Because, his identity has changed. Now he is a master walking the Immortal Road.
From outside his body, a keen Sword Qi surged, making him seem like a Divine iron tempered over years, now transformed into an Immortal Sword, instantly revealing its edge.
Cui Qi restrained his smile. Facing someone whose heart resides in the sword, rhetoric and emotional agitation had no effect; only a full-on battle would suffice.
