Pei Ye, looking at the elderly man who had sighed and then fallen silent, asked curiously, "Am I correct in what I'm saying?"
"What's right or wrong." The old man chuckles, "I'm not testing you. Everyone has their own perspective on things, and very often, there really isn't a distinction between right and wrong."
Pei Ye catches on quickly, "What's your opinion on Shang Huaitong then?"
"Mine?"
"Yep."
"I don't know much about swords, so I can only talk about his character. Care to hear?"
"Absolutely."
Master White laughs a little, then turns his head to look at Pei Ye. His smile fades into a expression of seriousness, his voice slow but determined: "In my view, Shang Huaitong is narrow-minded, vengeful, treacherous and scheming. He looks down on those beneath him and envies those above him—if you ever have any conflict with him, you best sleep with one eye open!"
"..."
Pei Ye was left speechless.
