"Tell me, will my swordsmanship ever catch up to Daoist Yangci's in this lifetime?"
After their spar, Hua Rumeng sat on the training platform, exhausted, and asked He Ying.
Over the past few days, her cultivation had improved every time she emerged from Li Chen's room.
Then she would eagerly spar with her close friend to see how much progress she had made.
She certainly couldn't compare with Li Chen, but her former idol had been Daoist Yangci.
Daoist Yangci held a lofty position in the Southern Kingdoms. Many sect masters had broken through their realms under his guidance. Whether in swordsmanship or cultivation, he was a living legend here.
"That depends on how well you and Young Master Li settle into cultivating together. A day or two certainly won't be enough." He Ying covered her mouth and giggled, mischief dancing in her eyes and brows as she traced a suggestive circle in the air with her finger.
"You!" Hua Rumeng's pretty face instantly flushed scarlet. With a shing, her sword slid half an inch from its sheath. "I'll tear that rotten mouth of yours apart!"
Ever since her secret had been discovered, He Ying had teased her relentlessly.
"Oh dear, Sister Hua is going to hit me!" He Ying deliberately drew out her words, drifting lightly backward and even giving her waist a provocative twist.
This is the perfect chance to try out the Soaring Dragon Step Young Master Li taught me last night.
Hua Rumeng's chest heaved with anger. She was about to chase after her when she suddenly spotted a tall, slender figure at the courtyard gate and froze.
"Greetings, Young Master Li." Both beautiful women hurriedly straightened their clothing and bowed together.
One corner of He Ying's skirt was still slightly raised from her evasive maneuver,