Su Mo was momentarily stunned and couldn't help but smile:
"Indeed a fine sword; may I borrow it for a look?"
"Hmm?"
The person raised his head to glance at Su Mo, and gently shook his head: "I need to ask someone first."
"Who?"
"The sword in my hand!"
As he spoke, the Seven Stars Sword was already partially unsheathed naturally. He grabbed it and leapt forward, thrusting the sword toward Su Mo.
Su Mo observed his move and slightly raised his eyebrow.
He flipped off from the wall top, dodging the sword attack.
Just as Su Mo's toes touched the ground, the Swordsman had already leapt from the wall top in pursuit.
To Su Mo, however, this person's Swordsmanship was truly average to an extent.
It wasn't that there were no flaws; rather, there were no parts that weren't flawed.
In a moment, Su Mo's heart subtly stirred, he moved his foot casually yet made a barely dodging gesture, while exclaiming:
"Excellent Swordsmanship!"
