Chen Polu finished speaking, stomped the ground, shot into the sky, and in an instant, was by Chen Feng's side.
Chen Feng sensed this, opened his eyes, glanced to the side, and with a start, saw it was Chen Polu.
"Kid, what are you doing sitting here alone?"
Chen Polu asked Chen Feng.
"Thinking."
"Having an epiphany?"
"No, thinking about a beauty. A jar of wine would make it perfect."
Chen Feng smiled.
Chen Polu, hearing this, wanted to knock Chen Feng over with a slap.
Thinking about a beauty, do you have to be this absorbed?
Yet discussing beauties, between father and son, was obviously inappropriate.
After pondering for a moment, Chen Polu said, "I know a swordsmanship, it might be useful for you, do you want to learn?"
"What kind of swordsmanship?" Chen Feng asked.
"Rhapsody of a Thousand Swords." Chen Polu seriously said.
"A thousand swords returning to the sect?" Chen Feng was stunned.
