Hanging Sword Bureau Returns!
Hearing the Dragon River Prefect's question, Lin Bai's lips curved into a mysterious smile.
The Dragon River Prefect asked, "What are you laughing at?"
Lin Bai looked at the Dragon River Prefect with a smile. "Who do you think you are? You asked me a question, so do I have to answer you?"
"Don't think too highly of yourself, Prefect. Take off that official robe, and you're not even as good as one of the donkeys beside me."
Lin Bai sneered disdainfully.
Hearing Lin Bai humiliate him so openly, the Dragon River Prefect's heart burned with fury.
Seeing the Dragon River Prefect so enraged that smoke seemed to pour from his seven orifices, yet furious and helpless to speak, Lin Bai smiled. "Prefect, do you know why you can't cultivate the three sword-arts divine abilities in the Sword Canon to perfection?"
The Dragon River Prefect said expressionlessly, "I've never even seen the Sword Canon, so naturally I don't know what the ultimate profundity of those sword-arts divine abilities is. How could I cultivate them to perfection?"
Lin Bai smiled. "Heh, that's not right!"
"You've sat in the Prefect's position for too long. You've already forgotten what it feels like to pick up a sword!"
"You practice the sword merely for the sake of practicing the sword. With swordsmanship like that, you'd struggle even to butcher an ox, let alone kill a man!"
"Perhaps I believe that long ago, before you became the Prefect, you were indeed a decent sword cultivator in the Central Plains. But the you of today, aside from holding a sword, doesn't even deserve to be called a sword cultivator!"
Hearing this, the Dragon River Prefect glared furiously at Lin Bai.
Though he was exceedingly furious, the Dragon River Prefect reconsidered Lin Bai's