"Brother, you're back? How many sword techniques did you comprehend?"
Seeing Ye Lin approach, Jian Wushuang's eyes lit up. He threw an arm around Ye Lin's neck and asked eagerly.
It had taken him a whole day to comprehend just six sword techniques back then, so he was curious how many Ye Lin, who had defeated him, had managed to comprehend.
"I only comprehended three."
"Three? That's even better than I did."
Jian Wushuang looked at him with admiration.
Ye Lin was not only highly accomplished in cultivation, but his comprehension was astonishing, too.
"Come on. I'm all ready. The three of us are going to have a good drink today."
Ye Lin and Wuxin followed Jian Wushuang into a tavern.
"Young Master Wushuang, we've prepared a private room for you. Please, this way."
As soon as they entered, a waiter bowed and scraped before them.
"Good. And remember, bring out your tavern's finest."
"Of course." The waiter draped a towel over his shoulder and nodded with a fawning smile.
"Let's go."
The three of them headed upstairs. Just then, a woman coming the other way brushed past Ye Lin.
Ye Lin stopped in his tracks and turned to look at her retreating figure.
"What's wrong? Don't tell me you've taken a fancy to her, second brother. If you have, just say the word. I'll play matchmaker for you."
Seeing Ye Lin staring fixedly after the woman, Jian Wushuang's expression shifted, and he joked with a smile.
"It's nothing. Let's go."
Ye Lin shook his head with a smile.
When the three of them reached their private room, they sat around a round table.
"Your wine, gentlemen."
Looking at the woman before him, Ye Lin froze for a moment.
"Wait."
Just as she set down the wine and turned to