Zhao Jing laughed and said, "Young friend Qin Yi, let me first take you to your resting place."
Qin Yi nodded slightly, "Thank you for the trouble."
"Please."
As Zhao Jing led Qin Yi and the others out of the grand hall, they passed by the martial practice field where hundreds of members from the Sword Sect branch were practicing two sword movements in perfect unison, creating quite a spectacle.
Zhao Jing laughed and said, "Young friend Qin Yi, how do you find our Sword Sect branch disciples?"
"Not bad."
Zhao Jing was slightly taken aback, "Young friend Qin Yi, you are truly a prodigy. I wonder if this old man can learn a thing or two from your skills."
Qin Yi paused for a moment, finally realizing why Zhao Jing brought him here. He wanted to test his skills.
"Just right, I also wish to learn just how formidable the Sword Sect's skills are."
Zhao Jing laughed, gesturing with his hand, "Please."
