Miss Ming has been away from Shengjing for a year now.
Pei Ye often finds himself missing her, missing her eyes as still as water, and her words like pearls, but they all vanish like the thin mist on a morning sword, wiped out without a trace.
Many friends have also left Shengjing: He Yaoyao, Shi Zanxue, Qu Xin, Brother Zhu, Piaoqing... In the Guiwei Year, without the Feather Scale Test, this bustling city seems to have become a bit desolate.
Amidst this desolation, Pei Ye passed a full cycle of seasons in Shengjing City. As time flowed by, his days were simple yet fulfilling: rising early, eating buns, reading, sword cultivation, sleeping... Out of the year's three hundred and sixty-five days, Pei Ye spent three hundred immersed in the Sword Repair Institute. Even without Miss Ming's explanations, he could understand those Sword Manuals, and for the occasional unfamiliar words, he would ask Changsun Jue or Xu Chuo.
