Unexpectedly, the Showering Snow Sword took the polite remark seriously, gently touching her chin and tilting her head as she said, "How about after the match, you give me some money, and I'll sell you a useful swordsmanship manual?"
Motan was taken aback: "Huh?"
"Don't worry, it's only 20 gold coins. You shouldn't find such affordable 'guidance' unaffordable, right?"
The Snow Bathing Sword smiled slightly and lightly tapped her forehead: "Oh, right, it seems I need to prove that I can indeed 'guide' you before checking if you qualify for such 'guidance'."
"This..."
"After all, few people have a talent for swordsmanship. If we're not compatible, even if you buy my manual, it'll be a waste of money."
"Ah, I see..."
Motan's mouth twitched twice; however, rather than relaxing due to the 'casual conversation,' his body became increasingly tense. The reason was simple: the sharp aura of the opponent intensified suddenly when she mentioned 'sword.'
"Draw your sword."
