The Huaying Palace Mistress had always been valiant and dashing, generous and bright. This cold-faced look of hers was truly rare.
Jiang Wang raised both hands, surrendering first. "Your Highness means?"
The Huaying Palace Mistress looked at him. "Explain the term 'sparring.'"
Jiang Wang said solemnly, "Sparring is naturally the mutual exchange of knowledge and encouragement, so that both may improve in their studies. But Your Highness has forged your own path in Dao Martial Arts and already shows the bearing of a grandmaster. You are such a proud person—how could you tolerate me holding back?"
The Huaying Palace Mistress said coldly, "When fighting at the same level, one indeed should not hold back. But you're at True Insight while I'm at Divine Presence, and you still let loose like this. Were you trying to beat me to death?"
Only four words filled Jiang Wang's heart—she truly resembled her father!
I didn't even harm a single strand of your hair. How had this risen to the point of me trying to beat you to death?
Yet he hurriedly said, "Your Highness's path of Dao Martial Arts is truly terrifying. If I wasn't serious, you'd really be hard to deal with! I'll definitely take note next time."
"Slow the pace down. Let me have at least some experience of battle, so I can gain something from it." Jiang Wuyou sighed. "Must I really spell it out so plainly for you?"
"I understand." Jiang Wang said. "This time, I truly understand."
"Worthy of being the First True of recorded history." Jiang Wuyou casually summoned a longsword. "Let's try swordsmanship!"
Before her voice had fallen, her sword was already like a rainbow.
With sword in hand, she streaked through the sky in a single line—
And crashed into the domain woven from Sword