His words snapped Song Qingxing back to his senses. He realized that Song Changsheng was completely defenseless before him; with just a slight movement, the tip of his sword would pierce his heart.
But at this moment, he no longer had any desire to thrust the sword.
Watching Song Qingxing withdraw his Long Sword, Song Changsheng slowly removed the mask from his face, revealing his true features. He said softly, "I thought you'd be angry, but you're calmer than I imagined."
"What was that?" Sheathing his Long Sword, Song Qingxing quietly stared at Song Changsheng, his cold face devoid of any other emotion.
"Consider it a test. Your performance far exceeded my expectations, especially those last two sword strikes. One grazed my skin, and the other nearly pierced my heart. Did you come up with those yourself?"
