Pei Ye clasped his hands: "Miss Ji, thank you for yielding. The 'Sword of the Queen Mother of the West' truly lives up to its reputation."
"Mr. Pei, if you come to the west in the future, let's compete again." Ji Jiuying glanced at him, sheathed her sword, and turned back to her seat.
Shi Zanxue looked up at the returning woman, her hair slightly disheveled, still gently massaging her wrist.
"Did you suffer a defeat?"
"Seventeenth against seventh, how could I win?"
"Then why did you still provoke him?" Shi Zanxue laughed, "Feeling itchy?"
Ji Jiuying sat down, leaned next to her, and whispered: "Tell me once more, let me hear it."
Shi Zanxue responded sweetly: "Senior Sister, let's not talk about it anymore."
Since the Tianshan Sword Banquet, Kongtong naturally stopped appearing in the capital. Although an invitation was sent, Ji Zhuowu did not attend today either.
The next on stage was Tang Fubing from Taihang.
