The reactions of the people around the arena varied. Yue Lingshan looked delighted without a trace of guile, while Ning Zhongze glanced worriedly at her husband. After all, secretly learning martial arts was a great taboo in the martial world. Yue Buqun remained expressionless, staring fixedly at Lin Pingzhi's swordsmanship, yet his doubts only grew. Why did this swordplay look somewhat familiar?
Murong Fu, on the other hand, came from a family steeped in martial arts and knew the techniques of every sect under heaven. He saw through it first and pondered secretly, This youth is actually using swordsmanship long lost to the Five Great Sword Sects. Could it be that the Mount Hua Sect has been concealing its true strength all along?
Mu Wanqing was far more anxious than the others. Several times, she gripped the sword at her side, intending to rush forward and help. But after glancing at Yue Buqun and the others, she worried that charging in would give them a legitimate excuse to gang up on her. That would only make things worse.
Cheng Yaojia said thoughtfully to Song Qingshu, "That young lady is worried sick now. Are you feeling sorry for her?"
Song Qingshu turned back and gave her a half-smiling look. "Why is Madam so concerned about my relationship with that young lady? Don't tell me you're jealous?"
"Pah, what would I have to be jealous about?" Cheng Yaojia flushed crimson and hurriedly lowered her head, raising her teacup to drink and hide her embarrassment.
Song Qingshu stopped while he was ahead and did not continue teasing her. "Don't worry. Lin Pingzhi's swordsmanship is impressive, but his inner strength is lacking, so it will be difficult for him to inflict any fatal injuries. Mu Gaofeng may look miserable, but those are only minor