Zhao Yun arrived at the training ground with her spirit beast, Dixie, perched on her shoulder. She had intended to call out, but the sight before her made her pause.
Shan Yifeng and Liu Mei were engaged in what could barely be called a spar. No, this was something else entirely.
Her sharp eyes took in the scene—Shan Yifeng, eyes blazing with determination, his every strike precise and powerful. His movements had changed.
They were sharper, more refined. Each swing of his wooden sword carried weight and purpose, the kind of skill that took months to build.
That kid has improved so much.
But then—her gaze shifted to Liu Mei.
The girl wasn't just dodging. She was toying with him.
Effortlessly, she sidestepped each attack, her expression brimming with amusement, as if she were playing with a kitten pawing at her feet.
Zhao Yun's brows twitched.
This… this girl's a monster.
