Although he did not contradict him, he felt slightly displeased.
'With such a thrust, how many in the Martial World could withstand it?'
Then he thought again, why am I saying these things to a little child?
So he smiled, shook his head, and did not speak further to tease.
But the kind shepherd boy thought Zhao Rong was sad because of what he said and quickly added, "Big brother, don't be mad."
"If you don't know those moves, I can teach you some."
The yellow ox was quite clever, too; when the shepherd boy swung his stick at it, it stayed perfectly still.
Zhao Rong, with his keen eyesight, saw that there was a bit of technique in the way the boy wielded the stick.
The shepherd boy was very serious, repeating the movements several times, finally sparking some interest in him.
So, Zhao Rong thrust with his sword again.
After watching, the shepherd boy felt something strange in his mind, but still shook his head.
