Yes, after exchanging names and backgrounds, I was curious about your teacher, curious about your sect, but most curious of all about your sword.
Invitations soon rang out. These hardly counted as contests, more an exchange of moves, with everyone relaxed and restrained.
Pei Ye was itching for a bout himself, but when he turned eagerly toward Wang Shousi, the man had already risen with Ning Shuhong, sword in hand.
"..."
Pei Ye instinctively glanced at Zhu Shishi, who remained beside him. Zhu Shishi raised her two short eyebrows and stared blankly at him.
Pei Ye hurriedly looked away.
His gaze roamed the field, but of course no one came to test swords with the boy sitting in a rear corner. Illustrious names sought out illustrious names. Even Jianghu legends like Wen Zheng, Ning Shuhong, and Wang Shousi were meeting for the first time, while those "ordinary" geniuses clearly shared a circle of their own and had met before.
Only an unknown boy like Pei Ye could do nothing but sit quietly, just as his introduction, "Shaolong, Pei Ye," had earned only a few polite glances.
Pei Ye searched rather forlornly. In truth, with Ning and Wang gone, everyone here was a complete stranger to him. Picking someone at random to defeat was not out of the question, but this was supposed to be sparring for interest's sake. He was somewhat curious about his two new friends' swordsmanship, not looking to fight some random stranger.
Seeing more people gather around those two, with no prospect of their dispersing anytime soon, he sighed inwardly, stood, and headed out of the Sword Field-this Sword Academy was much larger than he had imagined. Since they had been told to "do as you please," naturally he could take a stroll.
But Pei Ye stopped