The gentle breeze brushed against his face as Pei Ye walked out of the Xiwen Pavilion, with the sun just beginning to peek out from the east.
Although he had not slept all night, he hadn't spent it in tense contemplation or intense battle; his True Qi had been flowing unobstructed, so this idle drinking was a form of rest.
Last night's revelry came as a delightful surprise to him. While he hadn't thought about it as he played pitch-pot and swordplay chess, stepping out now, he couldn't help but be unexpectedly grateful that Xu Chuo had actually allowed him to drink the night away.
In his eyes, the pavilion master was a mysterious, high-ranking individual. Whether it was people like Qiuji Zi referring to her respectfully as "Lord Tong," or the formidable influence she casually wielded... Pei Ye often addressed her formally with "you," and not just out of respect for her seniority and the favor she had shown him.