Zhao Changhe was so flustered his old face turned the color of an eggplant.
He had truly thought it was a matter of "look once to learn Sword Intent," fooling others was one thing, but this time he had even fooled himself.
Were those things really learned by just glancing once? It was the gold foil repeatedly slowing down to demonstrate dozens or hundreds of times for you to imitate!
Moreover, martial enlightenment and these seemed to really not be the same... The mind understands upon seeing, but as soon as you start, it's all wasted.
"Umm... I, I'll come back another day? I'll go tell stories to the maidservant first..." Seeing that the string was broken and could not be played, Zhao Changhe made a clumsy excuse and ran off as if fleeing for his life.
