Jiang Ruobai chuckled, "Are you sure you don't want it?"
"Don't infect me with your bookish air," Jiang Mubai waved his hand dismissively, "No, I don't want it, take it away. And if you don't have anything else to do, you can go back to where you came from. Don't distract me from my practice."
"Well, in that case, I'll just return this to little Ning'er."
As he spoke, Jiang Ruobai withdrew his hand and tucked the manuscript into his robe.
"What did you say?"
Jiang Mubai's eyes widened. Swift as a bolt of lightning, he snatched the manuscript from his brother's robe, "You should've said that it was Seventh Sister who gave it to me! You made it so complicated."
Jiang Ruobai was astonished.
His big brother's martial arts skills had improved greatly.
