The Sword Saint used his left hand, but the web of his hand lacked calluses from years of wielding a sword. Moreover, after practicing, he simply tossed the sword aside—something not typical of a true sword enthusiast.
"No need for formalities, everyone."
The Sword Saint smiled slightly and gestured for everyone to start eating.
In the small room on the outskirts of the Bamboo Garden.
Fresh fodder meant for cattle and horses had a great allure for the rabbit. She held the fodder to entice it, commanding it like a trained monkey, "Stand up, Bunny, stand up!"
"Put your hands together and give a blessing like me."
Thanks to the fodder, the Snow Rabbit cooperated willingly.
Seeing it successfully complete a set of actions, Jia Xitong patted its head and then handed it a bunch of fodder.
"Well done, perform like this for your master in the future."
The Snow Rabbit devoured the fresh fodder furiously, indifferent to her until it finished eating.
