Although this Sword Master was still in the Divine Capital for now, there was no telling when he might vanish without a trace. Naturally, Pei Ye had to seize this opportunity.
Besides, he was not only interested in [Flying Light]; he also greatly admired the Sword Master himself.
He had made ample preparations for this.
By the time he arrived at the Cultivation Literature Academy, dawn had broken, and faint voices could be heard within the grounds.
After asking where Li He lived, Pei Ye came to this small, secluded courtyard.
It lay far in the academy's northern corner. Looking up, he could see Xu Chuo's small tower, while a maple tree in the courtyard stretched beyond a corner of the wall.
The gate already stood half-open. The moment Pei Ye approached, a voice came from inside. "Come in."
Pei Ye stepped over the threshold and saw the man drawing water beside the well, his head lowered.
"Have you eaten? There's porridge in the pot."
"Good morning, Senior. I have." Pei Ye solemnly cupped his hands and bowed.
Li He hauled up a bucket of clear water and poured it into a basin to wash the bowls and chopsticks. "Good morning, Young Hero Pei Ye. Her Highness said you wanted to see me. Was there something you needed?"
His question received no answer, so he turned his head to glance at the youth. Pei Ye stood before the gate, looking at him with sincere eyes. His attire, however, was slightly surprising-not sword-training clothes or a close-fitting martial outfit, but long robes, his hair tied in a scholar's topknot, with two books tucked beneath his arm.
He had quite a fresh, refined air.
Pei Ye bowed solemnly once more. "Ever since I witnessed your heroic bearing on the river that day,