Duan Rong's figure, like a specter, flickered left and right, making Yang Zhen's heart tremble with shock.
He could have anticipated that after three years in the sect, the gap between them would only widen, but Duan Rong's current body technique still startled Yang Zhen.
Even his hiding spot in the large beech tree was seen through at a glance, which greatly shocked Yang Zhen as well!
Yang Zhen watched as Duan Rong, with his hands behind his back, merely followed his blade's movements. Yet, even with his three most powerful killing moves, he couldn't touch a single hair of Duan Rong's.
Suddenly, Yang Zhen sheathed his blade and said, "I'm done!"
Duan Rong smiled and said, "What? Not seeking revenge anymore?"
Yang Zhen replied, "I'll just consider it as being bitten by a dog."
Duan Rong's lips curled slightly from Yang Zhen's insult. But Duan Rong was here to ask a favor from Yang Zhen today, so he let it slide.
