Xu Chuo quietly watched him.
Pei Ye pursed his lips in response.
"I don't find it funny."
"Oh."
Xu Chuo turned her head to look at the lake. "Anyway, I think there are countless swordbearers in Shengjing these days, but actually, only you have a chance to accomplish this task."
"Hmm?"
"Before you came, my choice was Yue Muzhou. He died recklessly, and now you have to repay your grandfather's debts."
"...That's a big difference." Pei Ye was momentarily baffled, his confidence in his swordsmanship had never reached such heights, "Yang Zhenbing and Yan Feiqing are actually much stronger than me."
"Oh? Are they that much less different from Yue Muzhou?" Xu Chuo smiled.
"..."
Indeed, when the comparison is extended to ten thousand, the difference between one, two, or five was negligible.
"Actually, it doesn't have much to do with that, Pei Ye. Sword Dao levels, cultivation level... they're not too important."
"Hmm?"
