77 A Girl in Changan Was Waiting for Her Soldier’s Return

Luojiang Academy.

The autumn rain was fine as silk, making the academy appear like a scene from a poem.

Wen Ting was dressed in a plain blue robe. He carried his sheathed sword at his waist with its tassel hanging at the edge. His get-up made him appear somewhat cool and unruly.

Tucking away his mentor persona, Wen Ting appeared as if he had returned to his youthful days when he took Changan City by storm as the Scholarly Sword Master. 

"Have you all said your goodbyes to your family?"

Wen Ting had a gourd canteen in his hand but it did not contain any wine. Instead, it was filled with warm wolfberry tea.

Fang Lang was rendered speechless when he saw Wen Ting spit out some wolfberry seeds.

It seemed like Mentor Wen's life was not all about swords and travel—it was also about wolfberries.