Fang Jidao sighed, but still cupped his hands properly in farewell.
And so, during that hour-long afternoon break, Fang Jidao made the rounds without missing a single person.
Just as Zhang Dingyun had said, these outstanding young people in the Dragon Gate Class were indeed different from the self-taught cultivators staying at inns. Their families were all prominent households in Bowang Prefecture, and some even lived in the Prefectural City itself. They were willing to make friends and felt safe doing so, and would not lightly rebuff someone.
Finally, Fang Jidao returned with a sheet covered in names. His cheeks were flushed, his spirits high, his eyes sparkling.
"Seventeen!" He waved at the two of them, then clasped Zhang Dingyun's arm. "Classmate Zhang, a hundred thanks wouldn't be enough!"
Zhang Dingyun smiled and waved it off. Fang Jidao then bowed to Pei Ye, looking rather embarrassed. "Young Hero Pei, I'm taking these names for someone else to choose from. I'll definitely support you."
"Thank you."
Pei Ye and Zhang Dingyun saw Fang Jidao out. As they passed the western courtyard on their way back, Pei Ye could not help turning his head again, because this time what came from within was not the sound of a sword, but a clear clink.
Naturally, he could see nothing through the wall. He withdrew his gaze and returned to the Martial Field, then spent the entire afternoon wrestling with Spread Wings.
Although he had realized while reading that this move would be a step from the simple to the difficult, and confirmed that when he tried it, only when he strove to perfect it did he truly experience how tormenting it was.
An ordinary sword move had a definite "point." To someone in the clumsy realm, this "point" was exceedingly clear. Which movement