"Come meet me tonight at the hour of Hai, on the western bank of the Chishui River-"
Zhao Yi, who was heading south in his carriage, heard Chen Yi's transmitted voice, and his expression shifted slightly.
He raised his head to look around. With a stir of his thoughts, his aura spread outward, enveloping most of the Prefectural City in an instant.
Even so, he could not detect Chen Yi's whereabouts, and he sighed inwardly.
His impression the other day had been right-Dragon Tiger's strength far surpassed his own.
With that thought, Zhao Yi instantly withdrew his aura and softly answered in the empty carriage compartment, "Yes."
Although he had met the Xiao Family Old Master this time, he had failed to secure the erection of the stele.
He did not know whether such an outcome would satisfy Dragon Tiger.
"No use overthinking it. I'll know what he wants when I go tonight."
The carriage wheels rolled through Yanhuaxiang and stopped outside Chunyu Tower. Zhao Yi steadied himself, and by the time he stepped out, his usual arrogance had returned, his head raised to present his nostrils to everyone.
"Young Master Zhao, you're finally here! Green'er has been craning her neck-"
Listening to Zhao Yi and Chunyu Tower's madam exchange teasing remarks, Chen Yi gathered his attention and entered Guiyun Academy.
After his many days away, Guiyun Academy had grown even more crowded.
Besides the academy's students, most of those coming and going were visitors drawn by its reputation.
To catch a glimpse of Chen Yi's Way of Calligraphy, many had traveled thousands upon thousands of miles, coming from Capital Prefecture, Youzhou, Jizhou-even the northernmost Northern Prefecture.
Most were scholars dressed in long robes, both old and young.
Chen Yi even saw a five- or six-year-old child among the crowd,