034, [Enveloped in Sword Intent]
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
A middle-aged scholar in a white robe was ambling along a path paved with blue stones. His strides were short and he wasn't in a hurry, frequently pausing along the way.
He would stop and smell the flowers being sold on the roadside, buy some fresh new food to taste, and even watch people playing chess. However, he would often be chased away for not adhering to the rule of silence for spectators.
A brawny, tanned man followed him, not daring to disturb the gentleman's leisurely stroll.
Mao Nanbei was right, the gentleman had come down from the mountain just to play.
The reason he refused to return was simple - he hadn't had enough fun yet.
As for his newly accepted disciple...compared to traveling and sightseeing, this was a minor affair.
"Sir," the brawny man reached his side and spoke softly.
"What's the matter?" the gentleman asked.