Hao Li joked, "You've got some nerve, calling me out for being dirty. You're the real expert here—not just driving a car, but a whole freight train! You're shamelessly filthy!"
Zhao Yuan said sheepishly, "You didn't explain yourself and just reached for my crotch. How was I supposed to know what you were trying to do? The only reason I didn't beat you to a pulp for being a pervert is because I was holding back. You should be grateful!"
Hao Li spread his hands, a look of pure innocence on his face. "Alright, so it's my fault, then?"
As they joked, the initial awkwardness in the air dissipated.
Hao Li's gaze fell upon the Wind and Thunder Whip. Sizing it up, he said, "Little Brother Zhao, is this the Magical Artifact you just made? It doesn't look like much. How could it have caused such a commotion with all that wind and thunder?"
