So when she met Qi Zhaohua four years ago, she had only been sixteen.
After their hurried meeting during the day, he was still very unfamiliar with this academy director. As a "backer," she was rather more powerful than he had imagined, and that shrouded her in an equally thick veil of mystery.
Openly publishing "Broken Chivalrous Bones" in the National Gazette, bringing him into the Divine Capital with a single transfer order-disciples of great sects such as Xing Zhi and Yan Feiqing might not be her subordinates, but they still gathered around her carriage. And even with Prince Yan's household openly bringing pressure to bear, she had still exchanged a few moves and gotten him out of prison. The out-of-control Desolate Fiend was probably already turning on those operating it.
The process must have required deep cooperation from the Immortal Platform, and what role had the Sun-Swallowing Society played in it?
Pei Ye now trusted her composed, forceful methods, but what he could not understand was this: could the so-called "daughter of a former chief minister" really have such far-reaching, tenacious tendrils?
He distinctly remembered that the former chief minister had been dead for some years.
He asked the question, but Qi Zhaohua fell mute. She merely sighed softly. "Young Hero Pei actually understands the lingering blessings of officialdom now. I don't want to lie to you. You'll understand in time."
"All right." Pei Ye was not impatient now.
But there was still a rather pressing question. "Miss Qi, where am I going to live?"
"You can stay at the Cultivation Literature Academy. Our patron lets scholars from out of town eat and lodge there freely."
"But I'm a martial artist, and I have a lot going on." Living in someone else's place was uncomfortable, after all. Pei Ye