"Eh? Quanquan Hu, this kid has some skills, huh? In such a short time, he's already gotten familiar with the Immortal Sword? And he can even get the Immortal Sword to help him chop vegetables?"
Bai Mo sat at a table in the corner of the cafeteria, grinning and not paying much attention to the scene.
He bowed his head and continued summarizing the battle on his tablet, or rather, recording what he observed of the [Cloud-Grasping Hand]. In fact, Yangpeng Lake's use of the Cloud-Grasping Hand was clumsy and awkward. Bai Mo didn't learn much from it. He only noted down some scattered insights onto the tablet.
Once this was recorded, the tablet switched to the next page, which displayed a simplistic drawing of a tree, annotated with data about the roots, trunk, bark, canopy, and various other parts.
As Bai Mo watched the data, he recalled his observations and occasionally picked up a pen to deduce further.
Soon, he furrowed his brow.
"Oh... is it like this..."
