The Sword Saint nodded. He had never been an obstinate pedant to begin with. Glancing at the sky, the Sword Saint said:
"All of a sudden, I feel like drinking a bit."
The blind man immediately said, "Alright, I'll have them prepare a plate of peanuts, and match it with a pot of yellow wine and three cups."
"Three?"
"This wine, of course we have to go drink it in Gou Moli's room—only then will it taste right."
The Sword Saint laughed.
...…
Outside Fengxin City,
a carriage was trundling along at a slow pace,
with a troop of cavalry riding to its left and right, escorting it.
Up ahead a temporary pavilion came into view: a wooden roof, three sides boarded, leaving one side open for air.
Inside the pavilion,
sat a man in a white robe embroidered with python patterns.
The cavalry around the carriage immediately spread out, and the carriage halted before the pavilion.
