As time went on, Ling Sisi's speed picked up a little. For every spell she cast, Xiao Yifeng would unleash two or three. Her face was alight with excitement.

Xiao Yifeng glanced at her. Her lack of proficiency was almost unbelievable. He couldn't help but ask, "Junior Sister Ling, do you not normally practice Daoist arts much at the Confucian Wind Hall?"

"Uh, we do practice Daoist arts at the Confucian Wind Hall, but we mainly focus on cultivation. And I... I'm a bit weak. Every time I spar with my senior brothers and sisters, I'm defeated in just a few moves... The last time we were on duty, they looked out for me and didn't let me fight much, so..."

Ling Sisi's face flushed red as she fidgeted, speaking with embarrassment.