Tian Bingbing drove her BMW, speeding like a swift arrow, and soon arrived at Zhang Bin's doorstep.
Upon hearing the sound, Zhang Bin quickly came out to greet her.
As soon as Tian Bingbing got out of the car, she presented a treasured sword and said coquettishly, "This is my family's ancestral sword. It's very sharp."
Zhang Bin took it. With a sonorous clang, he drew the sword and found its blade shimmering like autumn waters, flickering with a sharp, frosty gleam.
"Excellent sword," Zhang Bin exclaimed in admiration, casually thrusting it forward.
SWISH!
With a flash of white light, a green-headed fly fell to the ground.
"Great swordsmanship!" Tian Bingbing praised. "Coach, you're actually a swordsmanship expert. You have to teach me! I love sword techniques." She clung to Zhang Bin's other arm, shaking it vigorously.
