The winner on the stage was already decided. Cheng Shuangping bowed to Gu Sui Han and opened his mouth to say something, but Gu Sui Han jumped off the stage, threw the sword to Gongshu Yi, and came to Shen Qingmang.

"Thank you for waiting, Master. Let's go."

Shen Qingmang glanced at the sword cultivators whose faces darkened because of his "wait a long time" and said with a smile, "Okay."

This time, the master and disciple were not intercepted by anyone when they left. The sword practitioners gathered around Cheng Shuangping, discussing how to break the sword moves just now.

After they walked away, Shen Qingmang asked, "Was that move 'Flowing Wind Returning Snow'?"

Gu Suihan quickly turned around behind Cheng Shuangping and held the sword horizontally. His movements were smooth and flowing, and the sword was wrapped in cold air, which really fits the image of "flowing wind and returning snow".

"Um."

"Where did you learn your swordsmanship? Was it your father who taught you?" She stared at Gu Sui Han's expression.

He pursed his lips lightly, frowning slightly, as if he was in some difficulty. After a while, he said, "Master, you may not know how envious I was when you told the outer disciples that they were also your disciples and could practice the techniques with you."

"Huh? What are you envious of? You can practice martial arts no matter what." Shen Qingmang was a little puzzled.

"My father has some talent for cultivation, but as an outer sect member, he can only learn the techniques in secret. His spiritual energy has gone astray several times, nearly killing him. If he had a mentor like Master, he might still be in the sect. He often dances with swords using tree branches at home. If he were at the Hidden Edge Platform today, he would definitely perform better than me."

Gu Suihan's eyes were slightly red, and she quickly patted his back. "You performed very well today. I believe your father will be proud of you too."