Who?!
Who was it?!
Who the fuck recorded it?!
Song Chi stood with his hands behind his back, looking calm and unruffled, with even the faintest hint of a smile at the corners of his mouth.
This was his standard expression for any public occasion, the kind he had practiced countless times.
But no one knew that, at this very moment, he had already cursed the ancestors of whoever was responsible for that Image-Recording Stone eighteen times over.
There had been a dense sea of spectators back then, but who could have imagined someone would record it?!
And fucking spread it all the way to this godforsaken corner?!
Shen Qinghuan was still standing before him, her eyes shining. From the look of her, she was ready to play it again at any moment.
"Bare Sword Immortal, there's another clip! The fight between you and that Eighty-Thousand Mighty One-"
Xie Changsheng had been leaning against a pillar, enjoying the spectacle. At those words, he sprang straight off it.
"Wait, wait, wait!"
He rushed over in a few quick strides and snatched the Image-Recording Stone from Shen Qinghuan's hand, moving as fast as if he were grabbing for his life.
"Madam, let bygones be bygones."
His face was wreathed in smiles, but the veins on the hand gripping the Image-Recording Stone were bulging.
Shen Qinghuan tilted her head, seemingly wanting to say something more.
Xie Changsheng hurriedly shot Song Chi a look... Say something, for fuck's sake!
Song Chi received the signal and gave two dry coughs.
With his hands behind his back, he raised his head slightly, his silver hair gleaming softly in the sunlight.
"Madam, those who cultivate should place the present first. All that has passed is but clouds and mist."
"The great Dao is simplicity itself; all methods