Lan Xin'er had waited for a full four months.
On this day, Ye Chen's door finally opened.
"Young Master Ye."
The moment Ye Chen appeared in the hall, Lan Xin'er went up to greet him. This time, Uncle Lin was not following behind her.
"Miss Xin'er."
Ye Chen nodded, a trace of ease on his face.
Lan Xin'er was keenly observant. Seeing that Ye Chen seemed to be in an excellent mood, she thought to herself, Could his sword technique have improved again? That's truly terrifying. But this couldn't be better—if I ask him for guidance now, the chances of success should be quite high!
Haste makes waste. Lan Xin'er extended a hand in invitation. "Young Master Ye, I've arranged a seat for you. Please sit over here."
"Alright."
One did not visit a temple without a purpose. She probably wanted something from him, most likely related to swordsmanship. Ye Chen did not refuse. Repay kindness with kindness—letting him board the Azure Leaf had been a favor, even though she had charged him for it.
After they had eaten and drunk their fill, Lan Xin'er looked at Ye Chen with her large blue eyes. "Young Master Ye, I have an unreasonable request. I hope you will agree to it."
"Go ahead."
Ye Chen waited for her to continue.
"I would like Young Master Ye to teach me swordsmanship." Lan Xin'er got straight to the point.
Without a change in expression, Ye Chen said, "Everyone's swordsmanship has its own style. The profundities it contains differ, and the points where they merge are even more distinct. I wouldn't dare call it teaching, but I can give you some pointers. Before that, let's go to the training ground. Show me your sword technique once."
"Young Master Ye agrees?"
Lan Xin'er had not expected