Su Tao took a mouthful of high-degree alcohol and sprayed it out towards the candle. The alcohol quickly caught on fire as it blazed, causing the surrounding people to exclaim out.

Although Su Tao did not put on a Taoist robe, he still gave off an unearthly vibe from his long robes as he brandished the wooden sword. His moves were perfect, looking like a Daoist priest from Mt. Mao.

Ni Jingqiu was enjoying his performance while recalling a martial arts novel she read when she was young, hiding under the quilt and imagining herself to be the female protagonist. After all, it’s not common to see someone dressing up in Su Tao’s style, and he seemed like a young martial artist from those novels.

Su Tao wasn’t aimlessly brandishing the sword, he was using the Jiang Clan’s Swordplay taught to him by his master, Jiang Qinghan.

The Jiang Clan’s Swordplay was not only powerful in actual combat, but also extremely graceful to watch.

Occasionally, he would leap into the air and would brandish swings with his wrist. Even if everyone here were amateurs, they couldn’t help exclaiming...