"A gentleman's word is a promise harder to retract than a speeding four-horse carriage! I'll be waiting for you at the Great Battlefield!" Aiden gently rubbed his right hand, his fingers rotating.
"Who just said they're not a gentleman?" Zhao He asked, rolling his eyes.
"When I wish to be a gentleman, I am one, and when I don't wish to be, I'm not..." Aiden suddenly turned to look at Zhou Leng, leaning slightly forward, his ear inclined.
Everyone present was an advanced martial artist, and Aiden's obvious body signal drew everyone's attention.
The crowd turned to Zhou Leng again, listening intently.
Someone murmured, "The sound of bone explosion has changed again; it's strange. Compared to the previous bone forging like a bell, it now has a penetrating quality, more intense, a bit like a bell and drum sounding in the sky."
