Morning mushrooms are clueless about the end and the beginning of the month, and cricket doesn't know spring or autumn.
Pei Ye held his sword hilt, his mouth stained with yet dry blood, his face still pale.
For a youngster, this was no light-hearted battle either.
He had always suppressed his anger and confronted the fight with his utmost seriousness.
The Autumn Martial Tournament was something he had prepared and looked forward to for a long time. It was his first formal ring test in his life. Placing aside all the advantages which would have allowed him to win without suspense, he fought this battle earnestly and seriously. This was out of respect for the tournament, and also his responsibility towards his own cultivation.
Of course, things don't always follow plans, sometimes he has to give up his original plans for some more important issues.
Sometimes, it wasn't necessary.
On the ring.
