"No time." Tang Luo activated the Immortal Wind Cloud Body Technique, flying into the sky and casually leaving behind those two words.
As the son of a dignified sage family, how could he accept such rejection? A gigantic sword of air materialized beneath Elder Xu Ying's feet, shooting straight towards the firmament.
"What's gotten into you, cousin? Why are you angry?" The young swordsman seemed clueless, unsure of what had upset the other.
With hands clasped behind his back, Tang Luo's youthful face remained as composed as still water. He hovered in mid-air and turned to Xu Ying, asking, "Is it a common problem among you noble heirs? You want Mi Bai to become a calligrapher, so he must comply with your wishes? Have you ever asked Mi Bai what he thinks?"
