"Chu Qingyun, I'm surprised you use a sword. Do you know what else the sword is called?"
Chu Qingyun paused. He shook his head, confused about what Deng Zhuxuan was getting at.
Deng Zhuxuan shook his head slowly, his face filled with even more disdain and ridicule.
"Whatever. I'll do you a favor and teach you today."
"The sword is the weapon of a gentleman, hailed as the 'King of a Hundred Arms'."
"In other words, the sword is a weapon for gentlemen like myself. As for a mud-caked country bumpkin like you... you should stick to hoes and rakes."
Deng Zhuxuan said with a dismissive wave, his words dripping with sarcasm.
Chu Qingyun's expression turned cold at the mockery.
But for Ye Qi's sake, Chu Qingyun held his tongue, not wanting to stoop to Deng Zhuxuan's level.
"Lord Qingyun would never use a hoe or a rake!"
From the side, the beautiful handmaiden Mo, whom Chu Qingyun had met last time, walked over and wrinkled her nose at Deng Zhuxuan.
