Xuanyuan Mingjing looked at Tang Fei, his face like green rock, his gaze profound, and he asked in a deep voice, "Why can't you execute the strike?"
"My master has no flaws," Tang Fei said dejectedly. "I've always tried to find master's flaws, but the longer I search, the more flaws I find in myself..."
"I attack master, who has no flaws, with a sword that has flaws. I can't hurt others, only myself."
"So, the best choice is to give up the sword and admit defeat."
Tang Fei didn't say these things just to flatter.
He knew that the best way to flatter was to draw his sword and battle with Xuanyuan Mingjing for three hundred rounds.
Master, look, ever since I took you as my teacher, I have had an epiphany overnight. Yesterday, I was unable to defeat Shen Xinglan, but today, I can land a few punches on master...
Wouldn't Xuanyuan Mingjing be grinning from ear to ear?