Zhu Gaoyang's eyes lit up, "This sounds interesting, I'll go with you."
Shang Lang sighed, "I can't understand your swordsmen's actions."
Pei Ye said, "I'm not going with you, we've already made plans."
"Count me in! Who's coming?"
"Don't worry about it." Pei Ye took off his bamboo hat and said seriously, "Brother Zhu, you're about to fall off the Crane List. You're always here and there, but you should practice swordsmanship more."
"..." Zhu Gaoyang felt this adorable young man was getting more irritating, "Let's go inside—haven't heard from you for eight or nine days."
"I told you, I've been training with the sword." Pei Ye tapped the bamboo hat on the little cat in his arms, "Today, I'm just coming out to get some fresh air."
The young man's face indeed showed signs of being indoors too long; his expression was a bit quiet, and he spoke in a calm manner. He stretched lazily, gazing at the bustling crowd.
"Most of the Thirty-three Sword Sects have come."
