"Master belongs to me. I, Ye Qinghong, have practiced the sword all my life and never admitted defeat. I won't lose this time either. No one can take Master away. You have my word!"
He spoke with ironclad certainty, brimming with confidence, once again becoming the figure who stood first on the Heavenly Ranking.
After sheltering beneath the eaves for a while and enjoying that rare peace, he strode out once the rain had eased a little. He would continue protecting his master and saving money-lots and lots of money.
Then he would simply keep Master, never letting him go out to show his face and attract butterflies again.
Besides, he had already thought of a brilliant way to punish Master. It was Master's fault for being so fickle, spending every day out drinking and carousing, leaving affection everywhere.
When the time came, Master would certainly suffer terribly.
Ye Qinghong nodded, quite confident in all this, his toes splashing into the rainwater with little slaps.
Water sprayed outward around the hem of his skirt.
At that moment, his skirt seemed to become a blue-green lotus, and he was the youth walking within it.
So innocent, so resolute, he could not help but make one's heart ache.
Just as Ye Qinghong was about to leave the long street, he suddenly spotted a figure through the hazy drizzle. Surprise appeared on his exquisite face, his lashes trembling slightly, as though he was quite taken aback.
But he had always been straightforward by nature, so even though something unexpected had happened, he did not hesitate for long. Sword in hand, he walked forward step by step.
Before long, he reached the figure and raised his head, his face expressionless. Yet his faintly upturned lips and the brilliant light blooming in his eyes were