"Young Master Fang always gave Yanran one surprise after another."
After leaving the banquet hall, Ji Yanran could not help sighing as she recalled what had just happened. Xiao Weimou was a renowned swordsman in the State of Qi, yet he had fainted before Fang Zheng without even drawing his sword. It had shocked the entire gathering.
"Not bad, I suppose. I just find it troublesome. Honestly, I haven't run into this sort of jealous rivalry in a long time."
"Is that so?"
"Of course. Usually, the moment people see me, anyone with even a shred of self-awareness would have already scurried far away rather than come looking for humiliation. I truly haven't seen someone as lacking in self-awareness as Xiao Weimou in quite some time."
"Young Master Fang, your opinion of yourself is rather..."
Hearing this, Ji Yanran was once again left speechless. Not knowing what to say, she could only change the subject.
"But, Young Master Fang, do you truly know swordsmanship?"
"Of course. My swordsmanship is peerless, unmatched beneath heaven."
It was just bragging, after all. Fang Zheng never needed a draft before boasting.
"I once studied under a Sword Saint and learned the Holy Spirit Sword Technique. Its strongest move, World-Ending Sword Twenty-Three, is unstoppable. There is also Myriad Swords Returning to Origin, the supreme realm of swordsmanship. Once unleashed, ten thousand swords return to their origin like servants before their master, coming at a summons and leaving at a wave..."
Everyone was just blowing hot air anyway. Who cared whether he was bragging about The Storm Riders or A Step into the Past?
As long as it sounded impressive, that was enough.
"Myriad Swords Returning to Origin... the name alone fills one with longing..."
Ji Yanran had already been completely taken in.
"Could such miraculous