Yunli looked at March 7th, not quite sure what to say.
Still, after teaching her apprentice for so many days, she had long since grown used to March 7th's goofy personality. She shook her head and let it slide.
March 7th herself was a little puzzled, too. Something felt strangely off, as though someone had taken control of her mouth just now.
But she soon put it out of her mind.
It wasn't the first time my mouth had gotten ahead of my brain. No big deal.
Before long, March 7th found another Yaoqing competitor carrying a sword on his back. He looked rather dejected:
"Damn it. I've heard so much about Cloud Knight Yanqing. I came here just to meet him and spar with him.
"Who would've thought he'd taken on an apprentice and sent her to defend the arena in his place? On the Yaoqing, fleeing without a fight is an utter disgrace!
"Who even is this March 7th who's filling in for him?"
Standing beside someone muttering about both her Swordsmanship teacher and herself, March 7th wore a rather odd expression.
She thought it over and decided it was wrong of him to talk about people behind their backs. She was just about to identify herself when her mouth went out of control again:
"If you can't fight Yanqing, you can always fight Little Fish. Little Fish is strong, and he's nice, too. Most importantly, he's got time."
The Yaoqing competitor froze, looking stunned. "What? Me, fight Little Fish? That really pretty kid? But my friend at the Alchemy Commission said he could hold his own against General Feixiao. Wouldn't fighting him just be asking for a beating?"
"But Little Fish and Yanqing are both young prodigies from the Luofu," March 7th said.
"Isn't the first one