Fang Zhen also felt that continuing to talk at the gate was somewhat inappropriate. Though it was late and there were few pedestrians on the street, he nodded. "All right."
He looked at Luo Jiang. "Since the Duke of Dai wishes to see your swordsmanship, go inside and perform a set."
That had been the purpose of their visit, so Luo Jiang immediately answered, "Yes."
As for the Duke of Dai's courtesy, Luo Jiang assumed it was simply his nature.
Even someone as resolute and steadfast in the Dao as her had been momentarily dazzled by this Duke of Dai's grace when she first met him.
For someone possessed of such elegance, speaking so amiably did not seem out of place.
Once inside the residence, the clouds and mist had rarefied, and the bright moon gradually rose. Pines and cypresses swayed within the estate, while pavilions, terraces, and towers stood in abundance. The courtyards were paved with pebble paths, rain-sheltering corridors ran through them, and maidservants and attendants came forward to receive them. Rules and order were evident everywhere. Though it was only early spring, the place already carried a lush, flourishing air.
As expected of a Duke's Residence.
Just as he was thinking this, people silently carried a table beneath the corridor at a run. In the blink of an eye, it was set down, and Su Ziji and Fang Zhen were invited to sit and have tea. Luo Jiang had already drawn her sword from its sheath with a swish in the open space.
The instant the sword left its sheath, Su Ziji secretly praised it.
"Fine sword!"
In this world, there were no legends of plucking flowers and flying leaves that could wound men. Though some people had indeed cultivated such techniques, what use were they?
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