"Over these next few days, don't-don't touch my sword." Pei Ye pressed his lips together in a smile, lowered his head, and went back to scrubbing the iron pot.
That night, Li Xizhou returned to the Bedchamber wrapped in her cloak.
Pei Ye still sat before the hall, cradling his sword.
On the twenty-first day of the first month, the weather had scarcely changed. It would be some time before it truly warmed. Treading over ground frozen rock-hard, Pei Ye climbed Daming Palace's western mountain again and pushed open the door of the Bright Moon Old Hall.
He had taken enough Jiaozhu Powder for four hours. His supply was finite; at his planned daily rate, he would use it up before late in the second month.
Yue Muzhou still sat before the steps.
Pei Ye knew he had forgotten everything again.
Or rather, memory had never meant anything to him. He was only an old image branded into the Mirage Realm, like a reflection on water. Once Pei Ye, the disturbance, departed, it rippled back into its original shape.
"Who are you?"
"Wild Goose Inspector Pei Ye."
"..."
Pei Ye followed the old course as closely as possible. For one thing, it was a workable path that would lead Yue Muzhou to teach him [Unbound]; for another, out of feelings difficult to put into words, he hoped all of this would be continuous.
In fact, this Yue Muzhou seemed exceedingly "tolerant" of him. Sometimes he inevitably lost control of the conversation and strayed off course, but in the end, Yue Muzhou still agreed to teach him that sword strike from before the steps into the Bedchamber.
The path leading to that strike was not as narrow as he had imagined.
Only the man's attitude remained as cold as