The Imperial Study.
Ximen Chuixue and the others had all arrived. Watching Ye Gucheng and Lin Lang fight, they stood to one side.
Everyone else watched the exchange intently. Only Ximen Chuixue wore a trace of anger.
He had rushed over from Ten-Thousand Plum Manor, leaving his pregnant wife behind, solely to honor his appointment and duel Ye Gucheng.
For this duel, he had begun burning incense, bathing, and even fasting three days in advance. At one point, he had even considered abandoning the Sword of Affection and becoming heartless again.
Yet when he arrived, Ye Gucheng had sent a false substitute to deceive him!
Since Ye Gucheng had written the challenge, he should have kept his word.
But now that Lin Lang and Ye Gucheng were fighting, whoever won would have expended so much strength that he could no longer fight again.
At this moment, Lin Lang and Ye Gucheng had focused all their attention on each other, not daring to let themselves be distracted in the slightest.
Both knew that whoever lost focus now would certainly lose.
Even the starlight and moonlight seemed to dim considerably, as though all the radiance between heaven and earth had gathered upon the two men.
"Their swords don't seem very fast," Jiang Xiaoyu said to Hua Wuque.
He felt that the sounds of their weapons clashing were infrequent, like the pace of two beginners fighting. Why was that?
"No, their swords are very fast." A'Fei stared fixedly at them, unwilling to look away for even an instant.
Ximen Chuixue turned to look at A'Fei. He sensed a powerful sword intent from this young man as well. This was another gifted swordsman.
He seemed to be Lin Lang's friend too.
Lu Xiaofeng had the same impression. Their swords looked slow, as though one