At the docks.
Zeng Anmin's lips curled into an odd smile. He looked at Bai Ziqing and asked, "How does it feel? Is everyone looking at you?"
Bai Ziqing's expression remained exceptionally calm as he observed the passing pedestrians out of the corner of his eye. Everyone was staring at him with a gaze he had never seen before.
"Indeed they are..." Bai Ziqing barely moved his lips, transmitting his voice directly to Zeng Anmin.
This was what Zeng Anmin had taught him: a master like him had to be a man of few words. Even when forced into a situation where he had to speak, he must keep his mouth shut to maintain his cool demeanor.
This happened to coincide with his own philosophy, making him regard Zeng Anmin as a kindred spirit.
"Told you so," Zeng Anmin chuckled, escorting Bai Ziqing onto the longboat. "Ziqing, who knows when we'll see each other again after today. If fate allows, I'll definitely visit you in the Capital City." With that, Zeng Anmin offered a polite bow.
