The sun was shining brightly that day.
Shang Yanting sat in the best-lit spot of the Book Collection Pavilion, transcribing the cultivation method heart mantra. Outside the pavilion was a wide stone platform where many people were practicing martial arts.
Outside the window, the sound of swords clashing resonated sharply, and the sparring was very intense.
"Senior brother, did you steal the underpants I hung outside?"
"Nonsense, what's considered stealing among martial artists?"
The second senior brother attempted a sneaky attack aimed at the first senior brother's weak spot. "Senior brother, you're shameless!"
"Junior brother, look at your own actions before calling someone else shameless."
With a righteous expression, the first senior brother grabbed his guilty hand. "Moreover, the cotton clothes you're wearing were mended by your senior brother..."
Their conversation continued to echo, making Jia Xitong particularly eager to watch.
Suddenly, the fighting sounds ceased.
