Zhao Lingfei thought for a moment, then gently nodded and hooked her husband's arm, snuggling against him.
Zhao Rong nodded, smiled, and did not ask further.
The trio resumed their journey.
Zhao Lingfei stood erect, lightly holding her husband's arm, gazing at the Li River flowing transversely in front of her as her autumnal eyes slightly closed.
She remained silent and subdued, suppressing the strange surges of Sword Qi within her body that had been calm for a long, long time but suddenly emerged.
...
Lanzhou Crossing.
Fenglin, wooden case, fine wine.
Confucian Scholars, scholarly debate, delicious dishes.
A perch fish banquet was being held.
When Zhao Rong, his wife, and Qian'er arrived, everyone else had already gathered.
The number of guests at the banquet was not large, only about a dozen, making it a private gathering of Teacher Yan and his disciples.
