"Learn swordsmanship?"
Upon hearing Shao Zifeng's words, Tan Yingwei's eyes narrowed slightly, "Who sent you here?"
"Li Tianwen."
Tan Yingwei paused with the towel in his hand and sized up Shao Zifeng again carefully before slowly stating, "Follow me."
"You guys go ahead, I have something to do." Tan Yingwei greeted his partner, and soon the sound of combat resumed on the arena.
Following behind Tan Yingwei, they arrived at a small room at the far end of the training grounds.
The moment he opened the door, a mix of sweat and musty smells hit them in the face.
Shao Zifeng peeked inside and saw the small room piled with various old training equipment, and a stack of dusty training uniforms in the corner.
Tan Yingwei, seemingly unconcerned, walked in, bending over and rummaging, "So, what kind of sword do you want to learn?"
"A fast blade, the faster, the better."
Tan Yingwei looked up in surprise, "Don't want to learn the killer blade?"
