The two walked along the streets of the Divine Capital, neither quickly nor slowly, talking neither too much nor too little. Every so often, Li Piaoqing pointed out somewhere she had visited in the past few days, and Pei Ye told her what he knew about it.
By the time crimson seeped through the depths of the warm yellow clouds and the entire horizon blazed, the long outer wall of the Cultivation Literature Academy came into view.
"Are there really lots of famous scholars in the Cultivation Literature Academy? I heard Academy Master Xu has talented people everywhere under her."
"So I've heard... famous or not, I don't know them."
"Before I toured the Divine Capital a few days ago, I asked someone who supposedly knew their way around. They said the Cultivation Literature Academy was a place every cultivated person had to visit. Anyone who reads can go in and look around, rich or poor, high or low. Those down on their luck can even find work there."
"Yes, that's true. Lay Buddhist Qi handles that."
"I see... that's a good approach. Let me have a look, and I'll follow its example a little when I return to Bowang."
"That sort of thing takes a great deal of effort, and a great deal of money, with almost nothing coming back," Pei Ye reminded her. "I've heard Lay Buddhist Qi talk about it."
"You think I have no money?"
"..." Pei Ye had indeed been thinking that she had only just taken charge of her sect, with a hundred neglected things waiting to be rebuilt, but now that she put it that way, he was at a loss.
Li Piaoqing narrowed her eyes. "There's no explaining it to you. I'll just have to entertain you when you return to Bowang."