Seeing Xiao Dong wearing clothes personally supervised by Cui Ming, with a longevity lock around his neck, a delicate sachet tied to his waist, his face radiant and smooth, and his sharp black eyes full of spirit, with no fear in his demeanor, the person extinguished his thoughts of scheming, going along and saying, "Forget it, I'm not one to bully the weak. It's just that when you speak, child, you don't know your limits. It's fortunate you met me today; if not corrected, you'll learn your lesson when you suffer losses in the future."
Xiao Dong let out a cold snort from his nose.
He's seen people like this all his life.
Scholars don't become sages just because they've read sage's books.
One kind of rice feeds a hundred kinds of people.
Everyone reads sage's books, yet each is different.
The person heard this, his face slightly changed, but he still chose not to dwell on it.
