"Hey Bro, Do you really have no manuscript at all!?"
On return from the spring outing, Tang Luo lost count of how many times Xu Lao had asked this question. All the way back he kept circling around asking about the Poet's manuscript.
How could Tang Luo respond? All he could do was to show an embarrassed yet polite smile and say, "Buzz off!"
Even the best-tempered people would explode when faced with the same question over and over again, let alone Tang Luo who was notorious for his bad temper.
But Xu Lao, despite being sternly rebuked, showed no reaction. He only let out a heavy sigh of disappointment, "Alas! Seems like there really are none!"
At this moment, he wished that his own Tongming Sword Body was fake. This way, he could suspect that Tang Luo was just hiding the manuscript, but his sixth sense - Tongyou Intention clearly told him that Tang Luo was not hiding anything, which was quite disappointing.