Three Years in Langye (I)

The moon was bright and there were very little stars. All was quiet.

Wei Ci walked silently through the corridor, holding a faintly-lit oil lamp in his right hand. The moonlight elongated his shadow and reflected it on the door.

"Master?" Seeing a figure sitting in front of him, Wei Ci stopped in his tracks.

Master Yuan Jing tilted his head and waved towards Wei Ci. "Zixiao, come here."

Looking at the coat that Master Yuan Jing had on his shoulders, Wei Ci stepped forward, sat next to Master Yuan Jing, and put the lamp beside him.

"How long have you been waiting here?" Wei Ci did not need to ask to know that Master Yuan Jing was waiting for him.

"It doesn't matter," Master Yuan Jing replied calmly with a vague smile. "You're not a reckless person. I heard about what happened during the assessment from Youmo and Shaoyin. You wouldn't even have hit someone with a desk when you were three or four years old."