Madam Hua and Fourth Master Lin looked over.
His eyes were filled with admiration. When the young man learned of the injustice, he did not complain or be angry. Instead, with a calm heart and a blazing sun-like ambition, he wanted to use the sword in his hand to cut open the injustice in front of him.
An Le's white clothes fluttered in the spring breeze that shuttled between the halls as he cupped his fists and bowed to Madam Hua and Fourth Master Lin.
"Time is tight. I won't paint for the young masters today." An Le said softly.
Lin Zhuifeng's eyes lit up. "Sir, are you going to challenge Ye Yinping, who is ranked eighth on the Little Sacred Ranking?"
Everyone's gazes landed on An Le's shoulder.
An Le smiled and nodded without denying it.
This time, everyone in the Water Pavilion was interested.
