"Master, you good-for-nothing wretch!"
"Master, you bastard!"
"Disciple, I, your master, must show you what the true number one sword in Qian State really is!"
Yuan Zhenxing muttered, seemingly to himself.
On the other bank, the Yan people were already sending men to test the ice's thickness.
With a light tap of his foot, Yuan Zhenxing suddenly leaped into the air, landing in the middle of the river.
"Swordsman Yuan Zhenxing of Qian State is here!"
...
"He's an expert," Zheng Fan said to Liang Cheng beside him.
Liang Cheng nodded. One look at him is enough to gauge his skill, he thought. The man dared to stand alone before a horde of iron cavalry; he had to have some confidence. Plus, the lightness skill he'd just displayed proved he was no fool. His slovenly appearance also fit the common image of a reclusive master.
