Li Yuhan didn’t seem to be good at making conversation. Chen Ziqi had overslept this morning and missed his breakfast, so the warm tea soothed his empty tummy well.ĭan Yi perched on Chen Ziqi’s clothes, looking suspiciously at the swordsman opposite them. Pa kjr tjgv ab offi jcs fcwlas abkjgvr tlw.Ĭhen Ziqi instructed servants to serve them tea, and they drank it together slowly. Ktlr mtliv tjv j qjlg bo fzqgfrrlnf qfjmt yibrrbw fsfr atja wjvf tlw ibbx ilxf tf kjr jikjsr rwlilcu. P jw bcf bo atf Oertjc Vfma’r vlrmlqifr,” Ol Tetjc rjlv. Their eyebrows and eyes in particular were very similar. Ah Mu had said yesterday that this man might be his Jiujiu, and Chen Ziqi had conveniently examined his features whilst they were speaking. “I am very grateful for the help you gave us that day. Chen Ziqi’s smile became much more sincere. It was indeed the swordsman who had saved them that day at the Temple of the Earth God. He had straight eyebrows that slanted upwards, and a calm, unsmiling face.
If you need to MTL please retype the gibberish parts. “It is I who came out of the blue and disturbed Wang ye,” he said, XAjwy4 We’re sorry for MTLers or people who like using reading mode, but our translations keep getting stolen by aggregators so we’re going to bring back the copy protection. He saw Chen Ziqi’s earnest face, and immediately clasped his fists together in greeting. He had lived in the palace for a good seven years, and the one thing he had learnt well was how to say these polite little pleasantries. Please forgive my tardiness,” Chen Ziqi said. I came as soon as I knew that an honoured guest had come to call. “The weather is very cold, and I’ve only just arisen from bed. Just looking at his back, Chen Ziqi could already tell that he was a highly-skilled martial artist. He breathed in a calm, relaxed manner, and his posture was even and balanced, as if he were a great pine tree that wouldn’t sway even in the strongest winds. The only embellishment on the sword was the Lushan Sect’s signature three-layered tassel hanging from the hilt. He didn’t wear any accessories at his waist, and only had an old, unadorned sword hanging from his belt. He wore an indigo robe with wide sleeves, fastened at the waist with a powder blue belt.
A tall man stood quietly in the front atrium.
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