燕 Fengchun even underestimated that young girl.
"You're underestimating her. In terms of Sword Dao, I am not her match, far from it. If we were in the same realm, I would undoubtedly be defeated."
He shook his head.
But this remark to Yan Fengchun was psychologically scarring, terrifyingly so, as he looked with a startled gaze at the young man beside him.
Having known Jiang Feng for three years, he knew that the boy's stubbornness was harder than a cooked red-skinned duck. He had never seen Jiang Feng admit defeat; such words wouldn't have left his mouth unless he had been beaten.
"To be selected by my senior sister and to journey miles away to the Country Liang to demand someone, you should know at that time, I didn't get such treatment."
