Chen Ping'an, who was sound asleep on the roof ridge, was woken up with a start by the huge commotion coming from outside the capital. He gazed toward the south, only to see two bursts of spectacular sword light intertwining and clashing, causing brilliant rays of light to shoot through the air.0

There was Yu Zhenyi's colored glaze flying sword, and also Huang Ting's sword from the copper mirror.0

Chen Ping'an didn't return to his room to retrieve Lasting Qi, and instead retrieved a sword and a saber from Fifteenth. The sword was Deep Infatuation, which had previously belonged to Dou Zizhi, and the saber was Halting Snow, which had been passed down from generation to generation in the Flying Eagle Fortress.3

He fixed the two blades to his left and right hip respectively, then leaped forward, his figure appearing as nimble and elusive as clouds and mist.2

Zhong Qiu was already standing atop the city wall, and it wasn't long before Chen Ping'an arrived beside the imperial preceptor of Southern Garden Nation.0

"They're fighting so soon?" Chen Ping'an asked.0

Zhong Qiu nodded and replied, "Huang Ting is a cultivator from your world to begin with, so her grasp on spiritual energy is naturally far superior to ours."0

"Does she think that she'll be unable to defeat Yu Zhenyi if she gives him more time to voraciously absorb the spiritual energy?" Chen Ping'an asked.0

"Of course not," Zhong Qiu replied in exasperation. "If that were the case, then Huang Ting would have stepped forward to challenge him long ago. According to Huang Ting, she was purposely waiting for Yu Zhenyi to absorb as much spiritual energy as he could. Only then would she come here to challenge him. This way, Yu Zhenyi won't have any excuses when he loses to her."0

Chen Ping'an was genuinely unable to understand the actions and thoughts of this Daoist nun from Peace and Tranquility Mountain. This was a life-and-death battle where each ounce of power was needed, so how was she treating...6