Xie Xun's longsword thrust forward, piercing through the wind and snow, aiming straight for Xiaoqi's face. Xiaoqi sidestepped nimbly, his movements agile and quick. Xie Xun's gaze turned slightly cold as the two exchanged blows amidst the storm. He purposely tested Xiaoqi's skills, and as he had expected, the boy was extremely lively and quick, yet lacked formal swordsmanship. His style was unconventional—shrewd and unpredictable, more like a set of scrappy techniques honed from evading people in the streets.
Sheathing his sword, Xie Xun frowned at him. Xiaoqi raised an eyebrow provocatively and asked, "Prince, you're not fighting anymore?"
