"I have heard that the Jiang family's swordsmanship was once renowned in Central State, and have come to seek instruction,"
a middle-aged man clad in black with a calm gaze said. He carried a sword on his back, wrapped in black cloth; only the hilt was visible, which was black with golden patterns—a fine weapon indeed.
"Northern Continent Sword Pavilion, 1250 kilometers from Da Peng City, no one is to leave the mountain gate unless it is a special summon." Pei Jinye said leisurely, holding a cup of tea, as the soothing vapor of the fragrant tea diffused all around.
Turning his head, he asked, "Are you an Extraordinary Seventh Rank? To freely leave the Sword Pavilion usually means one is a walker, are you?"
