The little junior brother failed because he was too conspicuous.
Jian Cangfeng, on the other hand, took being evasive to an extreme.
Meanwhile, in front of the mountain gate.
The elegant book boy approached Shui Ruge from behind, placing a brand new copy of "Debating Martial Arts" beside him.
"Master, this is today's new 'Debating Martial Arts.'"
Shui Ruge was playing the zither.
His posture was graceful, but the music was discordant, off-tune, and hardly bearable to hear.
Wisely, Shui Ruge used his True Yuan to contain the sound, keeping the music within a radius of one zhang so he could enjoy it alone without disturbing others.
The elegant book boy couldn't escape the blight of the music, his lips twitching while he tried to maintain a composed expression.
