"Where's the little cat?"
"Left at the Star Plucking Tower."
And so, these two generals were invited to the Star Plucking Tower—Yan Feiqing followed because with Yang Zhenbing gone, there was no one to solve his three meals problem.
Jiang Yin'er, Cui Zhaoye, and Changsun Jue arrived full of joy.
"Long time no see, Brother." Jiang Yin'er sat next to him, looking at him with a smile, but for a moment seemed at a loss for words.
"Long time no see, Yin'er. You've been at the Sword Academy for over four months, right? How's your sword training going? Any difficulties?"
"It's going well. Ning and Zuoqiu have been very kind to me."
"I've been busy these days and haven't been able to take care of you, truly failing Ying Daoshou's trust."
"Oh, I'm not a child anymore; you can't expect me to be fed by you, Brother," Jiang Yin'er laughed, "But if you need a helping hand, be sure to call on me."
