Swish.
Before Duan Yuanmeng could react, the treasured sword was already in Ning Fan's hand.
He twirled the sword skillfully, examining its sharp blade, which glittered coldly, proving its hair-splitting capability, a true Divine Artifact.
Then, Ning Fan shook his head, saying desolately, "The sword is good, but your skill is lacking. That old fellow, the Cloud Breaking Sect master, is truly a waste, unable to teach his disciple properly."
"Don't speak ill of my master."
Regaining her senses, Duan Yuanmeng's beautiful eyes widened with shock.
Though she was a newcomer in Jianghu, a novice, any disciple permitted to descend the mountain would surely have achieved a certain level of cultivation. Having her sword snatched in that manner was undoubtedly a humiliation.
At this moment, Duan Yuanmeng didn't care about her own feelings. What infuriated her was Ning Fan's evaluation of her master, which she couldn't agree with.
