Chapter 10 Yang Zhenbing

"No."

"...."

Yang Zhenbing lowered his head again and reopened the closed sword manual.

The expression on his face was clear—'Stop bothering me.'

Just then, Pei Ye felt a slight movement on his shoulder; it was a small cat, round like a jade bead, looking at the Qiuhua flowers close at hand. It lifted its paw and scratched at them, then lowered its head to watch the petals slowly drift down to the stone ground.

"....."

"I've heard from others that Bailu Palace's martial arts are unmatched in the world. I've been admiring it from afar," Pei Ye continued to make an effort. Among those present, other than the young man before him, Pei Ye could not think of a second person he was more eager to spar with. He prided himself on his precision in swordplay and had heard that Bailu represented the pinnacle of this art. Naturally, he wanted to gauge his own level, "In August, I read in the State Bulletin that you took second place at the sword competition in Southern Country."

"Good."