This person did not carry an umbrella, yet the rain did not wet his clothes. A black cat rested on his shoulder, and he held an autumn-yellow sword, now washed to resemble freshly carved agate. Amidst the gray rain, it was a striking color.
The young man stood tall like a pine and crane, raised his arm to powerfully clasp a fist, and bowed respectfully to all directions: "Greetings, senior members of each sect, friends of the martial world, sincerely grateful for your presence. I am Pei Ye."
He looked around once more, clasped his fists again: "Palace Master Wei, we meet again. Our previous conversation was greatly beneficial, and I shall visit your sect again soon for more guidance."
Wei Guang raised his sleeve: "Mr. Pei is certainly the number one rising star in the world, willing to grace us with his presence, which is truly an honor."
