"That's hard to say," Xuan Ying said, "because they haven't competed yet."
"Haven't competed yet?" Situ Nan's eyes flickered slightly, and the corner of his lips curled up as his sword unexpectedly attacked Shen Qinglan.
Shen Qinglan stepped back several steps, frowning, and said coldly, "What are you doing?"
Duan Yunfei's Feihong Sword was already at Situ Nan's neck in an instant.
Situ Nan laughed cheerfully, withdrew his sword, and said, "Fast reflexes indeed!"
Duan Yunfei also withdrew his sword and said coldly, "I advise Young Master Situ to restrain himself a bit, after all, blades are blind."
Situ Nan chuckled, "Just a joke, no need to take it so seriously, Young Master Duan."
"Ha—"
Le Zhao, leaning against a tree, yawned and stretched lazily, "It's getting late, time to head back for a wash and sleep."
"Everyone, let's go!"
Situ Nan gestured invitingly to the group.
