"I use a knife," Li Fuan said flatly. "Not a sword."
"They're close enough," Zhao Feng said with a lazy smile. "The difference can’t be that big."
"What do you know?" Li Fuan snapped. He caught himself, reining in his temper; the boy didn't understand martial arts, so it was only natural he'd see it that way. "To master a weapon, the smallest detail creates a world of difference."
Zhao Feng just shrugged, popping another piece of fruit into
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