Shushan, Qingluo Peak.
An Zhisu suddenly noticed that recently, Junior Brother Ling seemed a bit distracted.
It was as if he was counting days, like waiting for something.
Her sword technique suddenly changed, and the Flying Smoke Sword struck out the Summoning Sword at a tricky angle.
In terms of flying sword grade rank, the Flying Smoke Sword wasn't even fit to polish the Summoning Sword's shoes.
But Shushan Sword Immortals practice swordsmanship without using Sword Dao Techniques, and even when sparring among senior and junior siblings, they control physical strength and speed to be exactly the same.
Thus, Ling Yunpo was slightly distracted, and the flaw in his sword path was spotted by An Zhisu, leading him to defeat before he could react.
"Junior Brother." An Zhisu retracted the Flying Smoke Sword and softly asked, "Do you have something on your mind?"
Ling Yunpo smiled awkwardly, only to hear Senior Sister An continue:
"Can you tell Senior Sister?"
