"I don't compromise with anything," he said casually.
Two violently contradictory images intertwined and collided in Pei Ye's mind. He closed his eyes and gently rubbed his forehead, extricating himself from his tangled thoughts.
He sighed softly.
Of course, whatever the case, they had indeed failed. Before him now lay clear skies and a bright moon.
He stopped thinking about it. Everyone beside him had already begun walking toward the city, chatting and laughing. Standing on the mountain, Pei Ye gazed at the vast city, its scattered lights and interweaving figures, and wondered how many more stories lay within.
This was where the winds and clouds of all Shaolong converged, and the Sword Selection Meet, which commanded the attention of the entire Jianghu, would soon begin.
Suddenly, a finger poked him, and Qu Xin's ice-cold voice sounded behind him. "Little duck, can you tell west from south?"
The rain grew heavier, almost turning day into night.
Moon-Catching Lake lay shrouded in gloom. The weeping willows along its banks were weighed down by the heavy rain, swaying only slowly with the wind.
In a secluded, dilapidated alley, a paper umbrella passed beneath the trees. Azure boots stepped through unchecked yellow grass, crossed a rotting threshold, and entered a small, old courtyard with everything it needed.
The courtyard's layout still revealed its owner's exceptional taste, but not a single thing remained intact. First eroded by time, then meticulously searched in recent days, its contents lay strewn about the courtyard in disorderly order.
Several upright figures in green stood in the courtyard, still examining every inch of ground despite the weather.
Li Piaoqing entered and raised her umbrella. Several crisp voices immediately rang out. "Sect Master!"
"Why did you come alone? Where's Senior Sister Shen?" One disciple immediately stepped forward to take her