"It's okay, they just complement each other. Plus, Qingcheng's martial arts skills are quite impressive. He has fully inherited my true teachings..."
"Yes, his martial arts skills are indeed very impressive. The two Flying Knives he just threw, one narrowly missed piercing through my disciple's head, and the other nearly went through the heart. Both throws were incredibly precise. Even after exchanging a couple of moves with me, he managed to place a knife at my throat."
Yi Junshan's smile became a bit strained.
This youngster—if only he hadn't been so impulsive, he wouldn't have given others leverage to mock him now.
"Just now, I think there might have been some misunderstanding. Qingcheng was merely testing your skills; he believes that any disciple taught by me must be very skilled. Little did he know that you are my youngest disciple and also the one who likes fighting and killing the least..."
