And seeing that they hadn't even made it through one-tenth of the entire sword wall, Ming Yun paused and took a sip of water, glancing at the sky outside the window, "Hmm... do you want to play a game?"
This action caused Pei Ye's heart to skip a beat once again: "....What?"
"I'll point at the swords on the wall, and you draw your sword based on the first impression you get," Ming Yun said, "Then we'll see if it matches the feeling I had when making the sword."
"...."
"....Of course, this is something I came up with myself, and I haven't played it with anyone else," Ming Yun's fingers flipped through a book page, "If you think it's boring..."
"Okay," Pei Ye snapped back to reality, "It sounds fun... It'll make the time pass much faster."
"Hmm. Do you want any stakes?" Ming Yun's serene gaze met his, "I've heard that games are more interesting when there's something to win or lose."
