C524 Chapter 524

Again and again, Moh Yao was sent flying by the woman. But each time, he learned from it—like a counterfeit Moh Ling sparring with the real one, secretly stealing her techniques, studying every tiny shift in her expression, until he could pass for the real thing.

With his foot planted on a silver-white talisman that shimmered as it flowed, Moh Yao wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth