The courtyard at the Vermilion Bird Position, within the True Disciple residences of Zheng Martial Arts Hall.
Chen Cheng stood tall and proud on the bluestone flagstones, clad in an azure robe and holding a Three-foot Cyan Blade. He cut an extraordinary figure.
To look at him, one might mistake him for a peerless Swordsman.
Not far away, Shen Qingyao also held a jade-green longsword.
The Mid-Autumn Festival had already passed, and the morning air wasn't particularly sultry, yet a faint blush crept onto her beautiful face.
The two sisters had been vying to teach Chen Cheng his Swordsmanship, but Shen Qingshuang had ultimately left, blushing.
So, naturally, it fell to her to teach Chen Cheng his Swordsmanship this morning.
Shen Qingyao had practiced the Flame Sun Sword Skill as well, but had only reached the Perfect Level and had yet to cultivate the Flame Sun Sword Stance.
