As he walked and looked around, Jiang She felt that Embroidered Tiger really had some substance to him. What a pity he had been born ten thousand years too late. Truly a pity.
After leaving Chuzhou's borders, he and his Taoist Companion strolled all the way to the Great Li Capital. They did not enter the city, instead walking along the banks of the great river. Jiang She remarked with a smile, "Pei Qian truly has exceptional aptitude for martial arts. You can tell that Cui Cheng's boxing instruction over at Bamboo Building was far from crude. If Chen Ping'an had been the one teaching her and feeding her punches, heh, it would be hard to say whether Pei Qian could have reached the Far Travel Realm by now."
Wu Yan's face was full of fury. "Are you not done yet? Has a dog eaten your conscience?!"
Jiang She said, "I was only speaking the truth. I never said anything bad about him."
Take Pei Qian's early study of the Eighteen Stops of Sword Qi. She had been blocked at the third stop of Sword Qi. Had it been Chen Ping'an, he certainly would have ground to a halt, not daring to act rashly. Yet Pei Qian paid it no mind at all. If this place would not keep her, another would; with a wild flight of fancy, she opened up an entirely new path for circulating her Sword Qi—and she had actually succeeded.
Jiang She intended to wander south all the way to Old Dragon City, at the southernmost tip of the continent. He had heard that on the ninth day of the first month, Old Dragon City observed the custom of Heavenly Lord's Birthday: three tables of differing heights were set out, tall incense was burned, and people