"..."
Jiang Xiaobai stared after Xiao Yunshu, his face full of embarrassment.
Wait...
Had this woman planted a camera on him or something?
How did she know what had happened at the bottom of the cliff!?
Jiang Xiaobai stood there puzzling over it for a long time, but still could not figure it out. In the end, he could only shake his head helplessly and close the door again.
He returned to bed.
Jiang Xiaobai took the black seal out of his robes and held it before his eyes, examining it closely.
"The Green History Seal!"
An odd look filled Jiang Xiaobai's face. "Who would have thought such a tiny thing would carry so much authority!"
"Still, keeping it probably... won't be that easy!"
Jiang Xiaobai toyed with the Green History Seal, his gaze flickering slightly beneath his brows. "But... if it comes down to crushing them with literary talent, heh... then it won't matter who comes!"
As Jiang Xiaobai muttered to himself, he chuckled softly.
Indeed, the five thousand years of culture accumulated in his previous world were not something this world could match.
Smiling, Jiang Xiaobai put the Green History Seal away again, rolled over, and slowly closed his eyes.
The next day arrived.
Jiang Xiaobai rose early. After opening his door, he looked outside the courtyard.
Chen Jian was still practicing his punches there.
Tang Ningshuang, meanwhile, had switched to the Nation-Guarding Sword they had brought out of the Mysterious Dragon Gate yesterday.
Sword light flashed, accompanied by a constant ringing of clear sword notes.
Jiang Xiaobai watched in admiration.
He had to admit that the Nation-Guarding Sword really did look perfectly suited to Tang Ningshuang's hand.
"Miss Tang!"
As Jiang Xiaobai approached, he asked, "Does your new sword handle well?"
Hearing Jiang Xiaobai, Tang Ningshuang turned