"We live in the same courtyard-he even asked me to name it for him," Pei Ye said. "He's hardly some terribly busy man. Why pick another day? If you want to see him, let's go catch up with him."
"Ah... all right." Jiang Yiner had not expected this family friend to be on such good terms with Senior Brother Yan, who had always been "unfeeling." Slightly startled, she nodded.
In truth, she was not in such a hurry herself. She had known very few people since childhood, and that was even more true since coming to the capital. Looking around, Senior Brother Yan already counted among her more familiar acquaintances. Besides, as fellow Daoist true disciples, this was a necessary courtesy.
Her master had instructed her to be thorough and formal in observing etiquette when meeting true disciples of other sects, but her master had also said she could follow her family friend's arrangements. Since he said they were on very good terms... then it should be all right...
The little lane was as secluded as ever.
One had to admire Yan Feiqing's eye for choosing a residence. The Sword Cultivation Academy was already a secluded realm, and this lane was one of its quietest spots. Merely stepping inside naturally cleared the mind considerably.
Sword in hand, Pei Ye pushed open the door. It was dinnertime, and both Yan Feiqing and Yang Zhenbing were in the courtyard. As expected, the man with the vermilion dot between his brows was still lying quietly beneath the tree. The bandages had been removed from his injured arm.
Hearing footsteps, he looked over and paused.
"Senior Brother Yan." Jiang Yiner made a Daoist salute and bowed earnestly. "It's been a long time. On my master's behalf, I offer greetings to Qingwei."
"...Yin'er." Yan Feiqing