Inside the tent of the Celestial Maiden of the Dantai clan.
Li Ziye silently sipped his tea, about to spit the leaves back into the cup when he suddenly remembered he wasn’t in class and forcibly held back.
Nine years of compulsory education had truly ingrained the teachers’ images in one’s heart!
In the tent, the atmosphere was subtly tense. After Li Ziye finished speaking, he said no more, simply waiting for Dantai Jingyue’s response.
Whether she agreed or not, he wasn’t in a hurry. If she didn’t agree, they’d just keep waiting.
After all, it was her father’s regret, not his.
Across from him, Dantai Jingyue, with her hands tightly clutching her teacup, watched the young man’s calm demeanor. Indeed, she shouldn’t have spared his life.
After a long while, Dantai Jingyue slowly released her grip on the teacup, her face regaining its calm as she said, “Fine, I’ll take you to see my father.”
Whether the young man’s words were true or false, she couldn’t let her father live with regret.
“Thank you, Celestial Maiden.”
A smile appeared on Li Ziye’s face as he raised his hands, signaling the protectors on either side to help him up.
Bai Wangyu and the Confucian Scholar disciples, seeing this, tactfully rose to assist the ‘young master’ in the middle.
Dantai Jingyue led the way, with the three men following behind, heading towards the tent of the Great Sovereign of the Dantai clan.
Stopping less than ten paces away, Dantai Jingyue asked the maidservant guarding her father’s tent, “Has the Great Sovereign retired for the night?”
“Reporting to the Celestial Maiden, the Great Sovereign has just lain down,” the maidservant replied respectfully.
Dantai Jingyue frowned slightly, about to say something to the three men behind her when an elderly voice came from the tent, “Is that you, Jingyue? Come in.”
Hearing her father’s reply, Dantai Jingyue nodded to the three men behind her, signaling, “Come in with me.”
With that, Dantai Jingyue turned and entered the tent.
Bai Wangyu and the Confucian Scholar disciples, supporting the ‘young master’ beside them, followed her in.
Inside the tent, although the decor was quite lavish, the pervasive scent of medicinal herbs filled the air. Before them lay an old man, half-reclining on a bed, his complexion pale and his demeanor extremely frail. It was evident at a glance that the old man had been bedridden for many years, with not much time left.
The moment Li Ziye saw the old man, a complex emotion arose in his heart, a mix of sadness and compassion.
Perhaps it was because this old man was one of the few remaining acquaintances of Old Zhang in this world, or perhaps because his salvation this time was largely due to the old man’s existence. In any case, Li Ziye didn’t feel the same repulsion towards the old man as he did towards Dantai Jingyue; he even felt a sense of closeness.
Similarly, the Great Sovereign of Dantai, upon seeing the young man, showed a trace of excitement on his face.
Could this be the descendant of his benefactor?
He had only glimpsed him from afar when Jingyue saved him, not getting a clear look.
“Great Sovereign.”
With the support of the two, Li Ziye bowed as best he could to the old man in front of him, saying respectfully.
“No need for formalities, come closer, let me have a good look at you,” the Great Sovereign of Dantai said warmly.
“Yes.”
Li Ziye nodded and, with their support, sat down beside the bed.
“How old are you?” the Great Sovereign asked kindly.
“Seventeen, nearly eighteen,” Li Ziye replied.
“Indeed, a hero emerges from youth.”
The Great Sovereign smiled, “In the blink of an eye, more than twenty years have passed. I never expected to have the chance to meet the descendant of my benefactor.”
“Slovenly Zhang often mentions the Great Sovereign in front of me,” Li Ziye said softly.
“Is that so? Ha ha.”
The Great Sovereign seemed very pleased, laughing, “I thought the benefactor had forgotten about this old man. So, Instructor Li is the disciple of the benefactor, truly a case of a great teacher producing a distinguished student.”
At this point, the Great Sovereign paused, his gaze settling on the young man before him, and asked softly, “The benefactor left in a hurry back then, and I didn’t even get the chance to ask his name. Could Instructor Li inform me of the benefactor’s name, so this old man can know the name of the person who saved his life?”
“Slovenly Zhang, known in the Central Plains as the Sword Enthusiast,” Li Ziye answered truthfully.
“Sword Enthusiast?”
Dantai Jingyue, hearing this, was visibly shaken. The person who saved her father was the renowned Sword Enthusiast?
Twenty years ago, the Sword Enthusiast was known as the number one swordsman in the world.
“Sword Enthusiast, Zhang Slovenly.”
Hearing the name of his benefactor, the Great Sovereign of Dantai felt the long-standing regret in his heart finally ease, his gaze resting on the young man before him, his expression complex.
This young man was not simple!
Now, he understood why Jingyue was so wary of this young man.
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Inside the Dantai clan’s tent, under the watch of the Celestial Maiden.
Li Ziye quietly drank his tea, about to spit the tea leaves back into the cup when he suddenly remembered he wasn’t in class and managed to hold back.
Nine years of compulsory education had deeply imprinted the images of teachers in one’s heart!
In the tent, the atmosphere was somewhat delicate. After Li Ziye finished speaking, he said nothing more, simply waiting for Dantai Jingyue’s reply.
Whether she agreed or not, he was in no rush. If she didn’t agree, they would just wait it out.
After all, it was her father’s regret, not his.
Across from him, Dantai Jingyue clenched her teacup tightly as she watched the young man before her remain calm and composed. Indeed, she should not have spared his life.
After a long time, Dantai Jingyue slowly relaxed her grip on the teacup, her face returning to calm as she said, “Alright, I’ll take you to see my father.”
Whether this young man’s words were true or false, she could not let her father live with regret.
“Thank you, Celestial Maiden.”
Li Ziye’s face broke into a smile as he raised his hands, signaling the guardians on either side to help him up.
Bai Wangyu and the Confucian Scholar disciples, seeing this, tactfully stood and helped the ‘young master’ in the middle.
Dantai Jingyue led the way, with the three men following behind, heading towards the Great Sovereign Dantai’s tent.
Stopping less than ten paces away, Dantai Jingyue asked the maidservant guarding her father’s tent, “Has the Great Sovereign retired for the night?”
“Reporting to the Celestial Maiden, the Great Sovereign has just lain down,” the maidservant replied respectfully.
Dantai Jingyue frowned slightly, about to say something to the three men behind her when from inside the tent, an elderly voice called out, “Is that you, Jingyue? Come in.”
Hearing her father’s response, Dantai Jingyue nodded to the three men behind her, signaling, “Come in with me.”
After speaking, Dantai Jingyue turned and entered the tent.
Bai Wangyu and the Confucian Scholar disciples, supporting the ‘young master’ beside them, followed her in.
Inside the tent, though the decorations were quite lavish, the pervasive scent of medicinal herbs filled the air. Before them lay an old man half-reclining on a bed, his complexion pale and his demeanor extremely frail. It was clear at a glance that the old man had been bedridden for many years, with not much time left.
The moment Li Ziye saw the old man, a complex emotion arose in his heart, a mix of sadness and compassion.
Perhaps it was because this old man was one of the few remaining acquaintances of Old Zhang in this world, or perhaps because his salvation this time was largely due to the old man’s existence. In any case, Li Ziye didn’t feel the same repulsion towards the old man as he did towards Dantai Jingyue; he even felt a sense of closeness.
Similarly, the Great Sovereign of Dantai, upon seeing the young man, showed a trace of excitement on his face.
Could this be the descendant of his benefactor?
He had only glimpsed him from afar when Jingyue saved him, not getting a clear look.
“Great Sovereign.”
With the support of the two, Li Ziye bowed as best he could to the old man in front of him, saying respectfully.
“No need for formalities, come closer, let me have a good look at you,” the Great Sovereign of Dantai said warmly.
“Yes.”
Li Ziye nodded and, with their support, sat down beside the bed.
“How old are you?” the Great Sovereign asked kindly.
“Seventeen, nearly eighteen,” Li Ziye replied.
“Indeed, a hero emerges from youth.”
The Great Sovereign smiled, “In the blink of an eye, more than twenty years have passed. I never expected to have the chance to meet the descendant of my benefactor.”
“Slovenly Zhang often mentions the Great Sovereign in front of me,” Li Ziye said softly.
“Is that so? Ha ha.”
The Great Sovereign seemed very pleased, laughing, “I thought the benefactor had forgotten about this old man. So, Instructor Li is the disciple of the benefactor, truly a case of a great teacher producing a distinguished student.”
At this point, the Great Sovereign paused, his gaze settling on the young man before him, and asked softly, “The benefactor left in a hurry back then, and I didn’t even get the chance to ask his name. Could Instructor Li inform me of the benefactor’s name, so this old man can know the name of the person who saved his life?”
“Slovenly Zhang, known in the Central Plains as the Sword Enthusiast,” Li Ziye answered truthfully.
“Sword Enthusiast?”
Dantai Jingyue, hearing this, was visibly shaken. The person who saved her father was the renowned Sword Enthusiast?
Twenty years ago, the Sword Enthusiast was known as the number one swordsman in the world.
“Sword Enthusiast, Zhang Slovenly.”
Hearing the name of his benefactor, the Great Sovereign of Dantai felt the long-standing regret in his heart finally ease, his gaze resting on the young man before him, his expression complex.
This young man was not simple!
Now, he understood why Jingyue was so wary of this young man.