“No, what I mean is, Zhao Li has a weird temper. This Cui Lang... why does he suit his taste?”
The others were also listening, and they could roughly understand what he meant.
Zhao Li seemed to be teaching Cui Lang the casting technique.
As for how they could figure it out, it was too profound, and they didn’t understand.
Hu Qi smiled and said, “Then I don’t know. Maybe Cui Lang’s personality is likable!”
Elder Chen was speechless. He thought for a moment and said, “How much did elder Hu Hear?”
Hu Qi chuckled and said, “144, how about you?”
“138, it seems like I didn’t hear everything.”
As he said that, elder Chen looked at his disciple beside him and said calmly, “How much did you hear?”
His disciple, a middle-aged man, was silent for a moment before saying in a low voice, “108!”
Elder Chen frowned and looked at senior brother Wang. He said, “Little Wang, What About You?”
