A Gentle Breeze Melting into the Moon

Inverted Mountain had originally possessed only one great gate leading to the Sword Qi Great Wall. Now that a larger gate had been opened, the old gate had become far less lively.

In the sword-holding man's words, they loved the new and loathed the old, breaking hearts to pieces.

The little Daoist boy, whose seniority was extremely high, still sat there reading. He was reading a miscellaneous book written by a frustrated scholar. Casually reaching out, he gathered a handful of bright moonlight and enclosed himself and the book within it, like catching fireflies in a pouch to read by their glow.

Last time, that White Clad Young Man whose brain had apparently been caught in a door and then kicked by a donkey had disgusted him terribly. A perfectly fine, plain and insipid collection of talented scholar and beautiful woman tales, Collection Among the Pines, had been forcibly described by that man as an abridged erotic novel. The boy had needed several days to recover. He could not muster any interest in any book he looked at, so he had no choice but to give up one of his few pleasures and spend every day staring blankly into space.

Yet after enduring more than a month without reading, he had been bored beyond measure. Once he began reading again, he directly piled a huge stack of books beside himself and read day and night, utterly engrossed.

Though the little Daoist boy was one of the immortals, he read slowly and meticulously. Even though he had a photographic memory, he still liked to frequently turn back and glance over earlier pages.

The sword-holding man guarding the other side of the gate cradled his longsword as he wandered over to the little Daoist boy. Remembering that this counted as neglecting his