"That's true, but why is Brother Lin here for the Tianhua Mountain Sword Competition?" Lei Ming asked.
"Because I'm bored! Besides, isn't this a form of training too? Competing against heroes from all walks of life to realize one's shortcomings, correct them promptly, and perfect oneself." Lin Yifan replied.
"That's right! That's right! Brother Lin's thinking, this spirit, is so forward-thinking and fantastic."
Lei Ming was full of admiration, utterly impressed.
Lin Yifan's lips curled slightly; only someone as innocent and pure as Lei Ming would believe his words.
The two quickly finished their meal and then found an inn to stay.
They hadn't bathed in the deep mountains and fields for many days. Although as cultivators, they could remain spotless without sweating, certain habits are hard to change quickly. Thus, Lei Ming treated himself to a wooden barrel bath, thoroughly cleaning his body and easing fatigue.
