Great Bamboo Peak.
Inside Shou Jing Hall.
Tian Buyi sat in a Grand Tutor Chair.
He had been holding his teacup for ages, but hadn't managed to take a single sip.
"Seventh."
"Do you know what you're saying?"
"You want to learn Dragon Head Peak's Sword Leading Azure Dragon True Art?"
Tian Buyi spoke through gritted teeth, his voice trembling with disbelief.
"Yeah, Master."
"I heard that sword art is pretty good. I want to borrow it for reference."
Ye Xuan blinked and agreed without hesitation.
His clear black-and-white eyes held an air of innocence.
It was as if what he had just suggested wasn't digging up Cang Song's deepest secrets, but something as simple as asking what he wanted for dinner.
The lid of the teacup in Tian Buyi's hand cracked with a sharp snap.
Reference?
That was their treasured technique, a secret they didn't pass on!
Did he think he was borrowing some chopped scallions from the neighbors?
Tian Buyi took a deep breath, trying to calm his blood pressure.
He set the teacup down on the table with a heavy thud.
"Ridiculous!"
His short, stocky body sprang up from the chair.
With his hands clasped behind his back, he paced around the hall, making the floorboards creak beneath his steps.
"Do you even know..."
"How that old Cang Song sees me?"
"Every time we meet, his nostrils are practically pointed at the sky!"
The more Tian Buyi spoke, the angrier he became. The fat on his face quivered.
"Ask him for a favor?"
"Not unless the sun rises in the west!"
"If I opened my mouth and asked, how would I ever show my face in the Qingyun Sect again?"
"..."
Tian Buyi stopped abruptly.
He turned and pointed at Ye Xuan, his finger almost poking him