It took Pei Ye a long time to stop rolling his eyes. He drew a deep breath, tilted his head, and opened his mouth. "Ah-"
Talking, writing letters, eating jujubes. The Immortal Platform's imposing, mysterious convoy sped toward the Divine Capital. Inside the tightly screened carriage in its midst, the sunlight filtering in gradually took on an orange-red hue.
"...Just write at the end that you wrote it on my behalf, and then I'll sign it." Pei Ye tilted his head to look at the letter the man had written. "-Right, I haven't asked your name yet."
"Jingxin."
"Oh, hello, Brother Jing. Just write 'penned by Jingxin,' then. I'll write the last two letters myself."
"...[Jingxin] is my Daoist name."
"Oh, oh!" Pei Ye covered his embarrassment. "Same difference. Hey, once you Daoists leave home, do you stop having names of your own?"
The man gave him an indifferent glance. "If you prefer using secular names, that is fine. My name is Yan Feiqing."
Chapter 434: Letters
Crane-Retaining Terrace, Sword-Setting Tower, Shaolong Prefecture.
A gathering of outstanding talents.
Chen Lihuai sat upright in the center, with the young swordsmen and swordswomen from that day at the Jade Sword Pavilion seated loosely around him. The sword lectures had been going on for three and a half days, and everyone had grown familiar with one another. Over the past few days, they had practiced Sword Chess, exchanged questions and answers, and found much inspiration and laughter.
The autumn afternoon was clear and crisp, with a lofty breeze sweeping the tower. Looking down from here, they could take in the rooftops of half the prefectural city of Shaolong.
"So, geographically speaking, Shaolong's Sword Dao originated in the north, flowed southeast, and watered the western lands." The gathering was relaxed and quiet, and Chen