"Haha, Daoist Master! Long time no see, how have you been?"
Qi Hao greeted him.
"Hmph, it's only been a few months."
Daoist Suiyun definitely wouldn't draw his sword on Qi Hao.
By then the police wouldn't just confiscate his weapon so simply.
"This time I need to trouble you again, Daoist Master. The weather in the south is nice, if you like it, you can stay a few more days."
Qi Hao pretended not to feel guilty at all.
"Cut it out, when did you learn our Daoist swordsmanship?"
Daoist Master flicked his hand, and the sword flew up, spun around his arm a few times, and finally returned to his hand.
The sword hadn't even been unsheathed and he handled it so skillfully.
"Ah, I can't learn it?" Qi Hao looked very surprised.
"Nonsense," Daoist Suiyun snorted, asking, "I don't remember teaching you this swordsmanship, how did you learn it?"
He's completely baffled.
"Accidentally recorded it and learned by watching."
Qi Hao said half-truthfully.