"Alas, who would have thought that Brother Zhao, at such a young age, your Sword Intent has already reached the realm of 'refinement and illusion.' Truly a case of a great mentor yielding an exceptional disciple! I, Hong, wanted to show off my strength, but instead, I've made a fool of myself. Such a miscalculation!"
Hong Qingqiu showed a bitter expression and couldn't help scratching his head again, knowing he had been overly rash just now.
Zhao Sheng smiled without speaking, his mind recalling the background of this man.
Hong Qingqiu hailed from the Seeking Dao Lineage, truly a figure among the ascetics. And the most significant trait of the ascetics is their earnest quest for the Dao, comporting themselves naturally and spontaneously.
His impetuous move today, was it merely due to an itch in his hands, or perhaps a trial?
Zhao Sheng silently pondered the other's motive for acting,
