The Taiping Transport Gang, the Phantom Tower, the great clans, Daming Palace... each was disgusting in its own way. Things like these... what right did they have to frighten him?
Pei Ye remembered plunging his sword into Qiu Tianyu's throat, holding its edge against Li Zhi's throat, cutting off Li Du's head inch by inch... compared with the Divine Capital he had first arrived in, he undoubtedly liked the present Divine Capital much better.
Of course, it was not enemies who frightened him, but friends and promises.
"You're the only sword I have."
He had heard those words many times. Later, when she said them again, he could not even be bothered to roll his eyes.
She was truly good at saying such things-"I chose Young Hero Pei far more firmly than Young Hero Pei chose me," and the like. They inevitably made his heart give a little wrench.
Later, thinking of the few women he knew, Pei Ye decided that Miss Ming would certainly never say such things to him, nor would Piao Qing. Especially with danger at hand and powerful enemies prowling on every side, the more she said such things, the more surely she wanted him to exert himself, did she not?
But he had indeed agreed.
From their very first meeting, when she had said, "The man of Wuyang's dead ashes-how could he share in success?" and extended her hand toward him, he had taken it, and from then on the two of them had walked through the Qin imperial palace with keen blades upon them; right up to today, just before entering the hall, she had sat on the steps beside him, chatting about who knew what, until darkness fell and she yawned. "Then I'm off to bed."
Pei Ye had answered, "All right."
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