The next day.
The blazing sun outside gradually shone onto Xiao Yu's face. The warm sunlight slowly woke him, but the headache from his hangover made him frown. He could only sit cross-legged, form hand seals, and circulate the Dou Qi within his body, forcing the remaining fumes of alcohol out.
After a dozen or so breaths, Xiao Yu ended his cultivation. His mind was no longer muddled when the door creaked softly.
Xiao Yu looked toward the door and saw a delicate figure quietly enter from outside. Seeing that Xiao Yu was already awake, she was slightly startled. Then she timidly bowed to him. "Young Master Xiao Yu, Captain Xiao Ding sent me to serve you!"
Seeing the little girl's elegant light-green clothing and her lovely, refined oval face, Xiao Yu knew that this porcelain-doll-like girl was Qing Lin.
"Alright, I understand. Bring the water over," Xiao Yu said with a gentle smile.
Qing Lin had originally been like a startled rabbit, but when she saw the gentle smile on Xiao Yu's face, she became less nervous. Still, every expression and movement of hers remained cautious, as though she feared making a mistake.
Xiao Yu got out of bed and walked to the wooden stand. Taking the towel Qing Lin handed him, he began washing up at the basin. As he washed, he asked Qing Lin, "What's your name?"
"Ah?" Qing Lin froze slightly before stammering, "I-I'm Qing Lin!"
Xiao Yu nodded with a smile. "Qing Lin? A good name. What a coincidence—my sword is called Black Scale!"
Following Xiao Yu's gaze, Qing Lin indeed spotted the black longsword leaning beside the bed. At a single glance, she thought the sword was beautiful.
Still, she obediently waited until Xiao Yu had finished washing, then hurriedly carried the basin outside.