Cui Wenjing's expression, which had remained impassive, finally assumed a bizarre look as he sized up Zhao Changhe for a good while, displaying a sense of astonishment as if wondering how the young man could see through him so thoroughly.
Already anticipating the outcome when borrowing the sword, had he been pondering how to adapt to the new era? What was he doing now and what were everyone arguing about in terms of attack and defense?
Who would dare make such an assessment? Yet Zhao Changhe dared.
Even Cui Yuanyang was propping his chin, wondering, who exactly was Big Brother Zhao in love with... It seemed I didn't understand Father as well as you do.
Moreover, after you came here, the words you spoke to me combined weren't even one percent of what you had said to Father...
But this understanding was indeed true.
