On the third floor of the restaurant, the teacup in Long Heng's hand had somehow become encased in ice.
"What a fast saber, what swift footwork! Killing in the flick of a finger-that calls for a great cup of wine!" Across from him, Zuo Qingyun snickered, his eyes mocking. "How can we go without wine at a time like this? Innkeeper, are you blind? Bring wine and food for me and Young Master Long!"
Long Heng gave Zuo Qingyun a cold look, then rose to his feet and looked down below.
"Heng Wei, did you get a clear look at your junior brother's saber?"
Heng Wei was a subordinate he had recently recruited. Originally named Han Wei, he was an inner disciple of the current cohort at Zhengyang Martial Academy.
After entering Long Heng's service, he had changed his surname to Heng.
Although he kept his talents hidden at the academy, his strength ranked among the top three of all its disciples, above even Liu Xingruo, the West Court's chief disciple.
Long Heng had spared no effort in cultivating him and had been seeking to secure him a place among Zhengyang Martial Academy's true inheritors.
"I did!"
Heng Wei dropped to one knee and cupped his fist toward Long Heng. "Young Master, his saber-drawing form is enhanced by a Secret Move Totem. His saber is very fast, and his footwork is agile too. My Nine-Palace Sword might not be able to defend against it."
Long Heng nodded slightly, appreciation showing in his eyes.
Heng Wei had spoken the truth. Had he made sweeping promises, Long Heng would instead have been displeased.
He raised his hand and tossed Eagle Sword Du Hong's sword over. "What about now?"
Heng Wei's eyes lit up as he caught the sword. "With this sword's help,