I didn't dare sleep for too long, afraid I might miss something. After getting dressed, I looked out the window. [Burning^Text^Bookstore] The disciples outside had all come out for their morning practice. That was unexpected.
So studying the Dao still required morning lessons. Finding it novel, I went outside to watch them.
Li Poxiao had already started practicing at the entrance. Though he wielded a sword meant for killing, his movements were exceedingly slow, as if he were savoring the artistic conception within it. I stood outside, leaning against the doorframe as I watched him practice his swordsmanship, gradually losing myself in it.
No wonder that fellow was so powerful. He had probably begun training when he was little. But he wasn't the only one. Quite a few disciples of the Taiji Sect were cultivating at the Taiji Sect below the hill, holding horsetail whisks as they followed their instructors through their morning lessons.
As a Rogue Cultivator with nothing to do, I was more than happy to take it easy.
Just as I was wondering what to do, several disciples of the Purple Emperor Sect seemed to notice me and immediately came over. "Yo, aren't you the brother who ignored me yesterday? Remember me?"
"I don't know you. Sorry, you're blocking my view. If you have something to say, say it. If not, please move aside." The man was being extremely rude, standing directly in front of me.
The people from the Purple Emperor Sect were rather overbearing.
"Hehe, stop pretending. Xia Yitian, if you hadn't turned and left yesterday, I wouldn't have bothered finding out your name. It's great that you're staying here—we're right next door. We can chat more when there's nothing else to do. As it happens, Nangong Ye's younger brother, Nangong Ping, is over there.