"Senior Brother..."
"Junior Sister's sword technique is called the 'Drifting Rain Sword Technique.' It can be used with two swords or just one."
"The Drifting Rain Sword Technique harmonizes with the Great Void and follows the natural order."
"When the sword's momentum rises, it is like the primordial chaos splitting apart, all things born from a single breath; as the sword's intent flows, it resembles yin and yang meeting, hardness and softness complementing each other."
"Its form is mysterious and unfathomable, like clouds gathering and rain falling, unbound by anything. Its spirit unites with the Dao, like the valley spirit that never dies, its presence faint yet enduring."
"When the sword light suddenly appears, it is like the primordial breath taking form, changing in the blink of an eye. Wherever the blade points, it is like the two forces of the Taiji turning endlessly, without beginning or end."
"Watch the sword's shadow, and it is neither empty nor real; comprehend the sword's heart, and form itself is emptiness."
"This sword lies not in its form, but in its spirit. It does not rely on strength, but accords with the Mysterious Female, ultimately returning to the sublime state of 'reaching the utmost emptiness and steadfastly abiding in stillness.'"
"Wouldn't using two swords seem to fit the sword's intent even better?"
"But using two swords would make it far too powerful. Junior Sister's afraid of hurting you, so..."
So what? Yue Lingshan merely stared at Linghu Chong without finishing her sentence, but her meaning was already plain.
"Huh?"
At first, Linghu Chong listened in a daze. Then he quickly caught on and laughed as he teased her:
"Hahahaha—"
"Little Junior Sister!"
"Aren't you being a little too arrogant?"
"Fine!"
"When you lose later, your senior brother will let you have another go.