It's already late at night, but in Shen Hao's backyard, lanterns are still lit all around, illuminating the place brightly.
Two figures leap and maneuver within the courtyard.
One moves like a ghost, sometimes vanishing, sometimes reappearing, wielding a heavy black saber that spins out dazzling saber-flowers, exuding an unrivaled presence like a rampaging fierce beast in the night.
The other fights barehanded, strolling as if at leisure, moving slowly but actually fast, like a butterfly among blossoms; his hands whip about, able to dodge the sharp blade by mere millimeters to slap the saber's spine and block.
This is Shen Hao and Nie Yun entertaining themselves after drinking.
In Nie Yun's words: I'm in a good mood—how about I give you some pointers?
