Zhuo Feiyang laughed aloud and patted Bai Zhijie's shoulder as he praised, "Good, good. You have balls. No wonder you're one of my own."
Bai Zhijie followed along and laughed too.
Zhuo Feiyang entered the house wielding his sword. He could barely walk straight as he was overwhelmed with excitement. He practically had joy written all over his face. He continued his swearing at his foe Chu Li and seemed to be having a whale of a time doing so. Zhuo Feiyang knew he could not beat Chu Li in verbal arguments, but when it came to writing, he was sure that he was not far off weaker than him.
He wrote and wrote, laughing all the while doing it. He was self-indulged in his skills at harassing someone. He felt satisfied with the fact that despite being triggered by Chu Li, he could still manage such masterful and explicit swearing towards him.
Then he yelled, "Bring the booze over!"