That is the Dragon-slaying Saber Technique.
That foolish disciple was never Qing Li, never anyone else, but Chen Yi himself!
Through the sword, conveying the heart...
Sometimes, certain feelings are hard to express, impossible to speak aloud, while certain decisions are easy to make in one's mind but extremely difficult to vocalize...
Chen Yi's heart shook, doubts vanished, and he suddenly stepped forward. He saw a gap in the saber's rotation and his right hand shot out like lightning, not to block, but to precisely and skillfully press the saber's spine, gently pushing and guiding.
Buzz...
The saber emitted a low, trembling hum.
Min Ning's wrist froze, the blade's momentum suddenly halted. She did not break free but maintained the stance of her force being stopped, slightly panting, sweat sliding down her jawline.
