"What's wrong?" Changsun Jue blinked and looked at her.
"Nothing much, it sounds like a book from Yunlang Mountain."
But she shifted her gaze and rested her chin on her hands, "Next year when the Glass Sword Master comes to Chang'an, I really must find a way to meet him."
Pei Ye did not respond, his thoughts had also traveled to next spring and summer, when the sky would be clear and the flowers in bloom. At that time, the Feather Scale competition from across the Nine States would be held here, and following that competition would be his Shengjing military examination.
Where would his opponents be now?
...
Sword Repair Institute, Y4 Sword Field.
Pei Ye pushed open the door, and sure enough, at this time, the figure of a young man training with a sword was indeed in the Sword Field, growing here day after day, in stark contrast to himself who sometimes went days without sleep or was unseen for consecutive days.
