In the sky above the courtyard, Su Ming precisely deflected the Cold Abyss Sword.
Each clash pinpointed the gaps in Lin Yao's swordsmanship. Yet she did not give up. Her strikes only grew sharper and faster.
Looking at the girl before him, a warmth rose from deep inside Su Ming's chest.
'She really has grown,' he thought. The awkward girl had long since gone. In her place stood the confident eldest disciple of White Lotus Peak.
As the Nether Flame Wings faded from Lin Yao's back, the two of them descended onto the courtyard. Lin Yao sheathed her sword and bowed deeply, her face flushed with excitement. "Thank you for the guidance, Master!"
"You did well," Su Ming said with a faint smile.
He turned his gaze toward Wang Tian.
