Qingzhou

Before Ye Bai could delve deeper into his thoughts, Tang Yan’s figure appeared in front of him.

“Ye Bai, what have you been up to, my friend? Something seems off about you. Your face, it’s just average, and though you’re slightly taller than me, it’s still not right. How did you comprehend the sword intent? Why not me? It’s just not fair!”

Tang Yan lamented, his gaze continuously scanning Ye Bai from head to toe. If it weren’t for Ye Bai’s unusual expression, he might have reached out to touch him.

Ye Bai replied speechlessly, “You have so much time to talk, why not spend more time cultivating?”

Tang Yan glanced at him, shook his head, and said, “Boring, so boring. I just can’t understand why all the good things happen to you.”

“Perhaps my only advantage is that I speak less,” Ye Bai joked, a rare occurrence.

Tang Yan’s face turned red, and he said, constipated, “What’s wrong with talking more?

Besides, don’t beautiful women prefer someone who speaks less?”