At this moment, Chen Shaobai’s eyes flashed like a fleeting picture of a battle.
Chen Wei’s sword, Xiong Yingjie’s eager thunder, eunuch Chen Zhong’s wrist flower, Chen Chong’s overlapping waves, Chen Song’s black ice nine swords … These strong swordsmanship all emerge in my mind, like a series of precious ingredients from J and NG, waiting for him to cook. Bang! Those memories that belong to fencing were sorted…