Li Nian'er took a deep breath, quickly calming herself down. She turned around and checked Ye Qingchen's room again, ensuring everything was correct, then briskly left.
Li Nian'er held the letter and quickly arrived at the sect's martial arts arena.
At that moment, the arena was bustling with noise, surrounded by disciples watching the fierce matches.
In the center of the field, Qin Chuan was fiercely battling with a fellow apprentice.
Qin Chuan was tall, his face stern and resolute, wielding a longsword with Sword Qi raging, projecting an imposing aura.
Each of his moves was swift and precise, the sword light like a rainbow, directly targeting his opponent's vital points.
The apprentice tried hard to cope, but clearly was unable to withstand Qin Chuan's powerful pressure, retreating step by step.
Qin Chuan's swordsmanship was sharp and his footwork steady; he was like an immovable iron tower, balanced in both offense and defense.
