Li Bai sneered and looked straight ahead without glancing at Zhao Rong or responding.
His meaning was clear and obvious.
Kid, isn't that a stupid question?
Zhao Rong looked at the man in front of him, hugging a sword, with his face turned towards him as he raised his head to gaze at the bright moon.
Zhao Rong couldn't help but raise an eyebrow and slowly nodded in agreement.
This pose, in storybooks, was almost certainly that of a master swordsman.
Yet Zhao Rong always felt something was off, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was at the moment.
Zhao Rong shook his head and didn't dwell on it further.
He took a moment to size up the expert Li Bai, then suddenly extended his index finger, pointing at the sword in the man's embrace.
Zhao Rong put on a stern face and spoke earnestly, "That sword of Uncle Bai must be very powerful, right?"
Li Bai heard this and nodded.
