The wind at True Hidden Peak tonight was tinged with a hint of chill.
The mansion halfway up the mountain swayed to the breeze, causing candles to flicker and clothes to feel cool.
"What words are there that can't be spoken in front of Jiang Qihu?"
Huang Su sat opposite Xie Zhen, staring at the young man of only sixteen or seventeen, her brows furrowing in confusion.
The case files of Qing State had already made clear Xie Zhen's identity; he and Jiang Qihu were both disciples of the Book Collection Pavilion.
Although the Book Collection Pavilion was merely a "private school," in the end, according to seniority, Xie Xuanyi still had to address Jiang Qihu as senior brother.
"Please do not misunderstand, Mountain Master."
Xie Xuanyi slowly said, "Although both Jiang Lord and I are under the Book Collection Pavilion, following the 'teacher's' instructions... it does not mean that my teacher and his are the same person."
