C821 Xu Ruokong

Inside the pavilion stood a young man clad in white, skillfully brandishing a long sword with swift, fluid motions. Lin Yaoyang watched the man's swordplay and nodded in approval; the young man certainly had some talent.

The sword technique was intricate, clearly not the young man's own creation, yet he managed to infuse it with a unique aura that belied his youth—an impressive feat indeed