"Take a look at this." Pei Ye handed over the notebook in his hand, "It is not 'useless' as you said."
Li Piaoqing stood by, wiping a beautiful "Lost Jade Sword" with a delicate handkerchief. She had just had a lot of matches and there was a thin layer of glistening sweat on her forehead.
The young girl sheathed her sword and took the notebook. As she read, her willow-like eyebrows gradually furrowed.
"Your senior brother and the dart head met in the Wei Yuan Escort Agency, which is just across the wall," Pei Ye commented.
"Mm."
"Isn't that a bit coincidental?"
"... My senior brother met Biao head Zhao because he was at the Longdao Martial Arts Academy. That was when the spring competition was approaching, and the Dragon Gate class was starting."
"Didn't your senior brother already win the winter competition, why does he still want to participate in the Dragon Gate class?"
