Chapter 29
The path of her sword was remarkably gentle. Though without a hint of sharpness, it was incredibly pervasive. The ever-changing, mesmerizing sword style displayed by the gorgeous young lady resembled an elegant fairy dance, capturing the eyeballs of many. On the contrary, Wen Yuan’s swordsmanship was much more ordinary and was stationed between a state of brilliance and clumsiness. It was almost as if he was still the young lad who was easily bedazzled by Little Murong’s sword moves. Yet as the duel stretched long, he had restabilized his state. He responded appropriately in the face of danger, and was razor-sharp in his counterattacks. The potent strength of the “South Pointing Sword” was slowly showing its true power.
Little Murong was only able to avoid direct confrontation
