Song Qingshu nearly choked on his own saliva. I've been taking the blame more and more often lately.
Fortunately, he did not need to defend himself. Naya'a had already shaken his head. "It probably wasn't him. That man's martial arts were not as strong as his, and he used an actual sword, not sword qi."
After pondering for a moment, Lichimei replied, "Other than Song Qingshu, the most renowned swordsman in the world would be Feng Qingyang of the Mount Hua Sect. But it is said that he perished after his battle with Dongfang Bubai. His fellow sect member Linghu Chong inherited his true teachings."
"Linghu Chong?" Naya'a murmured thoughtfully. "Anyone else?"
Lichimei was responsible for the experts under Temujin's command and knew the lore of the Central Plains Martial Arts World like the back of his hand. "The heads of the Five Great Sword Sects are also skilled swordsmen. Among them, Mr. Mo Da, the Xiaoxiang Night Rain, uses a sword that is thin and long, somewhat like the one you described."
"Mo Da?" Naya'a considered it, then shook his head. "Probably not him."
"I've heard that Bixie Swordplay has caused quite a stir in the martial world these past years. Tracing it back to its source, though, it should be somewhat connected to Lin Chaoying's swordsmanship. I once fought that peerlessly elegant woman. Her swordsmanship was both nimble and unpredictable, and it could likely leave wounds like those." As Lichimei spoke, a complicated expression appeared in his eyes. Clearly, Lin Chaoying had left an unforgettable impression on him.
Song Qingshu was startled. He knew that Bixie Swordplay was connected to Lin Chaoying, but he had never imagined that Lichimei had actually fought her.
"The age and cultivation don't match..." Naya'a muttered. "Did she have any descendants or disciples?"