"Hm? This elder....." Cui Zhaoye tilted her head, "Mr. Pei just said he had no mentorship?"
Her bright eyes looked at Pei Ye, yet the mysterious youth from the west merely smiled silently and spoke softly, "We have no formal bond of master and disciple... I consider myself not very commendable and have not dared to claim myself as his successor."
"...Hm."
Then, seeing the mood sink somewhat, the young man looked up and smiled, "Yes, what's that word again, something about not sticking to a door or wall...."
"It's being unworthy of the door and wall!" Cui Zhaoye usually wouldn't even bother rolling her eyes at such jokes, but this time she cracked a smile, quickly composed herself, and pointed her finger, "Then he must be a renowned master, and a fine sword indeed."
"Of course. He is the master I respect the most, and the swordsmanship that overwhelms my heart the most," Pei Ye smiled and said, "Only, the elderly master has already passed away."
