"The Saber Technique is indeed extraordinary, more formidable than Wei Hong of the Golden Wild Goose Sect back in the day."
Chen Jichuan watched Zhang Jian's two battles and had already seen through his saber technique.
Although this man's skill with the saber could not rank among the top in the Great Hui World, it was nonetheless exceptional—certainly stronger than Wei Hong, who once bore the title of 'One Strike City.'
"The present surpasses the past."
"After slumbering for six hundred years, these younger generations have already surpassed me."
Wang Yan held her sword, reminiscing about the earlier fierce duel, a trace of lament in her tone.
"Now is an era of martial arts flourishing, and there are plenty of people stronger than Zhang Jian."
"If we can seize the opportunity, perhaps we might achieve the rank of Supreme."
Chen Jichuan said to Wang Yan.
"Supreme—"
Wang Yan pursed her lips into a faint smile, her bright eyes flickering as she gazed at Junior Master.
