Although.
Sitting under the Stone Pavilion of this small courtyard.
These days are fairly leisurely, peaceful, and... dull.
But at least, this way of life is better than when he had to sit in his room handling government affairs.
Good or bad, one always has to compare to find out.
"Hm?"
"What's up with that kid?"
Suddenly, Luo Yao under the Stone Pavilion put down the cup of tea in his hand, which was still emitting wisps of steam.
He turned his head, looking somewhat surprised towards an open space.
There was Luo Ze, bare-chested and holding a Spiritual Sword.
At this moment, even though Luo Ze was still relentlessly swinging the Spiritual Sword in his hands.
Yet, Luo Yao could easily feel.
That the kid's sword movements seemed to have a significant disparity compared to the usual days.
Compared to the usual sword practice, today the kid's sword movements.
Seem... to have an added sense of irritation?
Yes, it seems like a feeling of irritation.
