C276 Pretending to be a Birdman

Upon arriving at Sword Hall's encampment, the seasoned sword cultivators were beaming with joy, thoroughly impressed with Chen Fann's recent display.

"Was I really that good?" Chen Fann asked, a touch of sheepishness in his voice, aware of the fine line he walked performing in front of the world's prodigies.

"Exceptional," an elder sword cultivator replied with a grin. "Maintain this momentum