"Young Master Fang always manages to surprise Yanran."
Reflecting on the earlier scene after leaving the banquet hall, Ji Yanran couldn't help but marvel. Xao Weimou was a renowned swordsman in the Qi State, yet in front of Fang Zheng, he fainted without even drawing his sword—truly shocking to all present.
"Well, it's alright, though I find it quite troublesome. To be honest, I haven't encountered such jealousy and rivalry in a long time."
"Really?"
"Naturally, as anyone with a smidge of self-awareness usually chooses to steer clear when they see me, avoiding pointless trouble. I haven't seen someone as oblivious as Xao Weimou for quite a while."
"Young Master Fang, your self-assessment is quite…"
At this, Ji Yanran was left speechless and unsure of what to say, so she switched topics.
"By the way, Young Master Fang, do you really know swordsmanship?"
"Of course, my swordsmanship is unparalleled and unmatched in the world."
