The man in white was taken aback, unsure why Shen Bai had suddenly brought up something so irrelevant.
Shen Bai looked away. "You've got a lot of style, and you love wearing white," he said. "But style alone isn't enough."
"What is 'style'?" the man in white asked.
Shen Bai shook his head. "Just consider it nonsense."
"SHING!"
Cold Moon slid from its sheath, a clear ring echoing from its blade.
"Come on. Let's get this over with. I have other things to do," Shen Bai said slowly.
He was telling the truth. 'Once this mess is dealt with, I need to get back to grinding my Skill Level.'
'After all, raising my Skill Level is the top priority right now.'
Shen Bai had no desire to waste any more time.
