The short figure stopped.
"You know a lot. I trust you," the man said softly. "I'll advance this art as quickly as I can, and finish it within three years... when that time comes, I want you to have it."
"..."
"It seems they didn't make it in time." Pei Ye stood quietly in the pavilion, watching the two part outside. The little cat on his shoulder said, "Three years was still too long."
"The Feather-Scale Trial, in the bright third month of spring..." Pei Ye looked up at the blue sky and pale clouds. "The Third Year of Scale-Locking. Only twelve months remained until the assassination at Bright Moon Palace."
Chapter 614: Old Words in an Old Haunt
The Feather-Scale Trial twenty-four years ago had been the last Wei Qingju watched. The swordsman she had regarded with favor had never taken the field. Later, after her death, he had claimed twenty-third place on the Crane List with only three years of cultivation in the Profound Gate. If Ziliang had still been alive then, he would surely have remembered this little garden in the radiant spring sunshine.
"Before they finished working out this [Mercury Blossoms Floating Raft] body, Wei Qingju died. Everything she left behind was carved up, and these Fu Flood Dragon Gold bones finally fell into Yu Sicheng's hands." Pei Ye rested both hands on Jade Tiger. "I'd already been thinking that we might have to seek help from the Immortal Platform or the Nourishing Intent Tower. With just you, me, and the sword in my hand, it really would be hard to pierce this iron wall."
"Would Xu Chuo know anyone at the Nourishing Intent Tower?"
"At any rate, let's ask her," Pei Ye murmured. "Besides, if they no longer had time to finish these Purple-Gold Body