Li Yan dared not act rashly, tightly pursed his lips, and respectfully clasped his hands.
But just as he was about to speak, the elder on the bed uttered a hoarse and indifferent voice, "Enough with the idle talk, perform a set of blade techniques and boxing for me to see."
"Yes."
Li Yan did not dare to say more, immediately took a deep breath to steady his mind.
Swish!
He swiftly drew his blade and wielded it, his movements as fluid as flowing water.
The technique he practiced was the Guanzhong Fast Blade, combined with the military blade technique passed down from his grandfather, with a fierce blade stance emphasizing speed against speed.
His figure flickered, the blade's light shone like snow, whistling with the wind.
