The docks.
A strange smile curled at the corner of Zeng Anmin's mouth as he looked at Bai Ziqing and asked:
"How was it?"
"Were everyone's eyes fixed on you?"
Bai Ziqing's expression remained utterly calm as he surveyed every passing pedestrian from the corner of his eye.
Every single one of them was looking at him with a gaze he had never seen before.
"Indeed..."
Bai Ziqing's lips moved slightly as he transmitted his voice to Zeng Anmin.
Zeng Anmin had taught him this: an expert like him had to be sparing with words. Even if he was forced to speak, he absolutely could not open his mouth if he wished to preserve his bearing.
Their thoughts had coincided without prior consultation, and for a time, he had regarded Zeng Anmin as a kindred spirit.
"See? I told you."
With a cheerful smile, Zeng Anmin escorted Bai Ziqing onto the Long Ship.
"Brother Bai, once we part, who knows when we will meet again? If fate allows it in the future, I will certainly visit you in the capital."
As he spoke, Zeng Anmin gave him a light bow.
Bai Ziqing's face remained calm. He gave a slight nod and secretly transmitted his voice.
"Rest assured, Quanfu. If I have the chance, I will definitely return to Two Rivers Prefecture to find you. Should you encounter trouble in the capital someday, do not forget to invoke the name of Capital City's Number One Sword, Bai Ziqing."
"Of the Confucian Gentleman's six arts, this 'archery' is what your elder brother can help you with."
"This technique is a secret art never passed beyond the Capital City Bai Mansion. You must never reveal it to outsiders."
"It is a Martial Arts Technique. As a Confucian Cultivator, you may only draw inspiration