"Indeed."
"I didn't expect that you too would be fond of this pure, silvery substance."
Shang Huaitong scoffed gently, "Sparrows, how can they know what swans behold?"
Without stopping his stride, he had already walked a great distance.
"I've seen him in that state of joy before," suddenly commented Qi Zhaohua.
"What?"
"At the Catch Moon Building. He liked to nurture grass."
"Grass?"
"Yes, ordinary grass." Qi Zhaohua murmured, recounting the past, "One day, all the grass he had been nurturing died, and he wore the same smile."
"That 'Chapter Weeding'?"
"Perhaps... I don't understand sword affairs."
"Talents obsessed with the sword are common."
"There's one more thing," the woman suddenly uttered.
"What?"
"The two members of the Zhang family this afternoon, didn't they come from the willow forest?"
"...There were quite a few people wandering around at that time, they might not have seen Qi Jiao."