Xu Yi didn't complain. He thought this outcome was already pretty good. After all, the Dao Palace couldn't fail to uphold the authority of its instructors. Wu Boji might have no shame, but the Dao Palace still had some. Besides, as long as he didn't have to see Wu Boji's greasy, round face again, Xu Yi felt it was worth every bit of trouble.
Moss climbed the steps, and grass-green hues seeped through the curtains. In the secluded mountain woods, Xu Yi held a broom, sweeping a little, stopping a little, and taking in the mountain scenery. He found it quite pleasant. He was leaning beneath a towering pine, broom in hand, catching a brief nap, when he heard a voice say, "Now you know what comes of practicing your tongue, don't you? Sooner or later, that mouth of yours will be your undoing."
He turned and saw Yi Bingwei. An affectionate, joyful expression instinctively appeared on his face. Yi Bingwei frowned. "You can't change that rotten habit of yours, can you? Don't think I came to see you because I had nothing better to do. Little Fish asked me to. Oh, and that Wu Pin sent over a travelogue. It's full of pompous classical phrases, unbearably stuffy."
The joy and affection vanished from Xu Yi's face. He finally came to his senses: the woman before him was Yi Bingwei, not Xuan Xuan. He didn't think much of Yi Bingwei; he'd even labeled her a scheming woman. He couldn't be bothered to entertain her. "Go ahead and wave it around however you like. And, by the way, thank Director Yu for me."
Seeing his languid manner, Yi Bingwei was inexplicably seized by a fit of anger. She, Instructor Yi, was more beautiful than a flower, and wherever she went, those