As anticipated, Yu Zhen had taught her the basics of Hanjian's sword-fighting techniques. It was far more difficult than she had predicted. To no one's surprise, Hanjian's style was completely different from Wuyi's. While Wuyi focused on brute strength and speed, Hanjian was all about precision and technique.
By the time they had finished training, Li Xueyue was covered in sweat. Embarrassed at her appearance, she kept her distance from Yu Zhen, but he couldn't grasp her message. Each time he tried to approach her, she would purposely create distance between them.
Li Xueyue was worried that she didn't smell good. Her hair was frayed and sticking to her forehead whereas her face was flushed red from tiring herself out.
"Stay at least six feet back!" she exasperated when he attempted to hold her hand.
