Zhang Yan had spent over twenty years searching for herbs out in the world. He had encountered numerous accomplished cultivators, and cut down many foes under his sword. It could be said that he had fought and killed his way through life. Such contests, devoid of life-and-death concerns, did not occupy his mind. Thus, he spoke calmly, as though it were no matter: "Yanyi, when I saw you sparring with Wan Zhang earlier, despite being forced into a disadvantage, I noticed that you remained composed, secretly prepared a spell while concealing it in your sleeve. It seems you still had the intent to make one last stand. Tell me, did you study that flying sword killing technique, planning to strike unexpectedly when your opponent let their guard down and finish the fight with one decisive blow?"