Qin Yu sheathed her longsword. The ground around her was littered with corpses, lying in disarray. She didn't spare them a second glance, her fervent gaze fixed on the two figures locked in a deadly struggle in the center of the yard.
"Senior Brother Xu."
A strange light danced in Qin Yu's beautiful eyes. "Didn't Su Yu just break through to the Martial Artist realm? How is he wielding the Spiritual Ape Demon-Slaying Saber with such veteran skill? Look at his form—it's fierce yet nimble. It even has a hint of Dad's style from back in the day!"
"You see it too, Junior Sister. That kid, Su Yu, has an incredibly high aptitude, especially with this saber technique. It's truly astounding. In my opinion, Master's ultimate art is going to shine brilliantly in Junior Su's hands!"
"Does Dad know?"
Xu Feng gave an honest smile. "Haven't had the chance to tell him yet."
*Pfft.* Qin Yu covered her mouth and let out a soft laugh.
