Li Dabai pointed at Lu Chengwen. "I said I was skilled in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting... no, does he have objections too?!"
Lu Chengwen looked troubled.
Zhao Ritian covered his face. "You embarrass yourself and then hit me? If he had no objections, would Lu Chengwen be this awkward? Would you be this embarrassing?"
Long Aotian rebuked him. "Ritian! Say that in front of the senior!"
Li Dabai pointed at Lu Chengwen. "Play it!"
Looking aggrieved, Lu Chengwen took out his phone and aimed it at the loudspeaker.
"Although Senior Dabai was slightly inferior in martial arts, there was not a single one of his other skills that he had not mastered, specialized in, perfected, or used to look down upon all others! Take chess, for instance..."
"He lost so miserably, miserably, miserably—miserably, miserably! No single word could describe just how miserable it was! Back when he played chess against Nan Ji, he bragged so loudly the mountains shook, even inviting every expert in the martial world to watch. He bet Nan Ji on a father-son match. And what happened? Nan Ji was holding back and did not even use his full strength, yet still beat him soundly. Afterward, he patted his ass and refused to honor the bet, then ran off with a woman in his arms! Hah, able to gamble but unable to accept defeat, boasting first and then reneging—that was him."
Li Dabai's eyelids twitched violently!
Nan Ji burst out laughing. "Oh my, I thought everyone in the martial world had forgotten about that! Hahahaha! So many years have passed, yet someone still remembers. Ah, today is a perfect opportunity to let the youngsters of the martial world hear about our glorious old days!"
Li Dabai pointed at Nan Ji. "You promised you wouldn't tell anyone!