Ning Fan actually laughed. The Second Elder couldn't believe his eyes. This brat could still laugh at such a moment—utterly fearless!
His smile was not only incomprehensible to the Second Elder but also baffled everyone else present.
Only Ning Fan himself knew how excited he was inside. A battle like this was exactly what he craved. Though life and death still weighed on his mind, the benefits of this sword-to-sword clash far surpassed any concerns about victory or defeat.
Especially when facing someone who had already grasped the embryonic form of Sword Intent, Ning Fan could glean a plethora of insights.
"Guigu Sword Technique, please enlighten me!"
Ning Fan murmured softly, his voice too faint for anyone to discern. The others were too fixated on the smile on his face to notice that he was, in fact, showing the utmost respect toward their Second Elder. Not that it mattered; even if they had noticed, they would likely have scoffed disdainfully.
