On the rooftop, Zhao Xiyan saw that Chen Ming easily killed the former Seventh-Grade Patrol Envoy Sun Shicai, her pretty face filled with surprise and joy. "As expected of someone I've taken a liking to, his saber technique is truly remarkable."
Even Sun Shicai, who fought his way up from the bottom, was not his match. This person is undoubtedly a natural swordsman with an astonishing battle talent.
Such a person, once grown, is bound to become illustrious in one area.
If he can be roped in, he will be of great use in the future.
Beside her, Zhao Daxian said quietly, "You were still doubting him earlier, saying he wasn't a match for Sun Shicai... Ow—"
He got smacked on the back of his head again and pouted, not daring to speak further.
After scolding her back-talking brother, Zhao Xiyan began pondering how to win over this Chen Ming.
After a while, Zhao Daxian couldn't help but speak, "Sister, are you thinking about how to win him over?"
She ignored him.
