A smug and mysterious look appeared on A'Liang's face as he scoffed, "There's no way my handwriting can be considered ugly! I don't mean to boast, but in a very faraway place from here, countless people have praised my handwriting."

"Did they praise you to your face?" Li Huai asked with a skeptical expression.

"Well, no, I only heard that they were praising me," A'Liang replied with an awkward smile.

"I knew it!" Li Huai declared. "If there's anyone shameless enough to praise your handwriting to your face, then I'll gladly become their disciple! I'll bet even my mum wouldn't be able to beat someone like that in trash-talking!"

"What makes you think they'll accept you as their disciple?" A'Liang jeered.

"Why wouldn't he?" Li Huai asked with a serious expression. "Is he blind?"

A'Liang slapped his palm to his forehead once again. As it turned out, the man in question really was blind!

A'Liang decided that it was best for his own health to speak to Li Huai as little as possible, and after looking around for a moment, he spotted Zhu Lu nearby.

A smile appeared on his face as he asked, "Zhu Lu, are you interested in learning some sword techniques from me? I'm in the mood to show you my sword techniques now."

Meanwhile, Zhu Lu was quite concerned about Li Baoping, who had her chin resting on her hands as she looked in the direction that Chen Ping'an had departed in with tightly furrowed brows.

"Piss off!" Zhu Lu snapped.

An innocent look appeared on A'Liang's face as he asked, "Where can I go? It's still raining! Look at me, I'm already soaked all over!"

A cold look appeared on Zhu Lu's face as she sneered, "All you...