Zhao Hong caught a glimpse of Nangong Feiying; his hand movements suddenly became much more hurried.
"Huff..."
Having practiced a simple yet deeply nuanced "Five Tigers Soul-Severing Saber" technique, Zhao Hong leaned on his wooden saber and slowly exhaled a misty breath, as a faint heat emanated from the pores all over his body with his breath.
"You've arrived at the perfect time!"
After balancing his energy, Zhao Hong picked up the wooden saber, full of enthusiasm, and asked, "You're a martial artist, how do you think I've done with this Five Tigers Soul-Severing Saber technique?"
Nangong Feiying forced a smile and flattered, "Your Majesty is a talent bestowed by heaven. Even such a simple saber technique becomes so powerful in Your Majesty's hands—this slave..."
Zhao Hong frowned and interrupted him, "Tell the truth, and I'll forgive you of any offense!"
"Then please excuse my impertinence!"