Qin Yue looked at the page and saw an extremely complicated ancient word. Although she’d never seen it before, but judging from its shape, the word was “sword”2. In terms of calligraphy skills, it was magnificent, composed of vigorous slashes and fine strokes, upright and strong. However, it was only an ordinary “sword” that contained no Dao intent.
Qin Yue couldn’t help shaking her head with a sigh. She originally thought that Nie Li might give her some surprises.
Nie Li’s brain couldn’t have actually gone soggy, right? Did he really go up there just to make a fool of himself?