"Ahem! Why don't Sword Cultivators fight in the rain?"
He paused, grinning at his own cleverness.
"Because their swords need drying time!"
The crowd of guests broke into laughter—but Bai Zihan's expression did not even twitch.
His gaze was flat, bored, like an emperor watching a child trip over his own feet.
"Next!"
The young man nearly stumbled away in shame.
Another stepped up, this one more daring. He puffed out his chest and spoke loudly.
"Why are alchemy recipes like cultivators' gossip?"
He leaned forward dramatically.
"Because one small mistake can blow everything up!"
"Next!"
"How do you know a cultivator is arrogant?"
"When they claim they can leap three mountains but can't jump over a puddle."
"Hahaha… "
The guests burst into roars of laughter, some clutching their stomachs. One even coughed until his face turned red.
However, Bai Zihan remained utterly calm, just saying a single word.
"Next!"
