A man dressed in blue had appeared at Li Taibai's side, often chattering away at him about things he couldn't understand.
He said his name was Ouyezi, and that he was a little stronger than Ou Yezi.
Had anyone else done this, their corpse would already have begun to stink.
Yet Li Taibai was surprisingly able to tolerate him. Even when the man in blue flicked him on the forehead, he hadn't thought of drawing his sword and cutting off that hand.
It was all because, when he practiced in the courtyard filled with swords, everyone else admired his swordsmanship and sword intent.
Only the man in blue had asked, "Aren't you tired of swinging that thing around for so long, Xiao Bai?"
This surprised Li Taibai as well. He had always kept strangers at arm's length, like a lone star of heavenly doom, yet the man in blue before him got along exceptionally well with him, as though they had been friends for years.
But the man in blue seemed to have a split personality. His formerly irrepressible disposition would suddenly turn gloomy and fearful.
At such times, the man in blue would say his name was Ou Yezi instead.
And Ou Yezi, like the servants around Li Taibai, waited on him cautiously, seemingly terrified of displeasing him.
This was how normal people behaved when they saw him. Such fearful, trembling interactions were the way of life he knew.
But when he watched Ou Yezi serving him tea and water, waiting on him just like his servants did,
Li Taibai would begin to miss that irrepressible Ouyezi.
That utterly unruly Ouyezi, who nevertheless treated him with such familiarity, seemed to be the man in blue he actually liked.
The Ou Yezi before him had only reverence for him and