This was Ye Guxian, the "Snow Sword Lord" who stood shoulder to shoulder with Gongye Bai.
Had it been anyone else, Chen Yi would never have believed it.
They were merely the names of a few promising juniors. How could he possibly forget them?
Wait.
When Ye Guxian had told him to go watch that sparring match, he had not asked Chen Yi's name either.
Even the title "Snow Sword Lord" Ye Guxian was something Chen Yi had heard from Lady Xiao Jinghong.
"What a strange temperament indeed."
Chen Yi secretly curled his lip, then lifted the wine jar and, with the dishes on the table, gulped the wine down his throat.
Ye Guxian did the same.
He had barely eaten a few bites of food, yet half a jar of wine had already gone down.
Chen Yi let out a wine-soaked burp and looked at Ye Guxian, who kept his head lowered as he drank without saying a word.
"Senior, will you be staying in Shuzhou these next few days?"
Ye Guxian gave a slight nod, set down the wine jar, then calmly picked up a piece of duck skin and slowly chewed before swallowing it.
Seeing that he had no interest in idle chatter, Chen Yi could only risk his life to accompany the gentleman.
Still.
Drinking with Ye Guxian was an exceedingly dull affair.
At best, it could be called, "When wine meets a kindred spirit, a thousand cups are too few." At worst, it was swallowing down a bellyful of sorrow and bitterness.
Fortunately, Yunqing Tower was bustling with voices at this time. As Chen Yi drank, he listened to the discussions around him, barely managing to pass the time.
There were not many fresh stories.
Most were old tunes sung again and again.
Shuzhou's Education