Bit by bit, the broken sword fell to the ground, making a clatter of ping and pong.
Gongsun Qin stood frozen in place as if petrified, watching Xu Fan retract the Yanluo Sword in time.
In just two moves, she had been defeated by this man whom she had always looked down upon.
Unlike before, this time, he hadn't resorted to any tricks, yet she still lost.
At that moment, Gongsun Qin felt as if something inside her had broken.
Thinking back to how she had stubbornly argued with her master, a trace of ironic laughter couldn't help but spill from the corners of Gongsun Qin's mouth.
She truly felt ridiculous.
On what grounds did she look down on this man, when she, who had been defeated in just two moves, didn't have the right to do so?
The more she thought about it, the more dejected she became, her complexion turning ashen, indescribably despondent.
Xu Fan stood to the side, shaking his head as he watched.
