After all, most Jianghu Knights were accustomed to roughing it and simple fare; they held little interest in the finer points of tea appreciation.
He never would have imagined that beneath Zheng Xiu's handsome exterior lay such a refined soul.
They crossed an exquisite little bridge, the pleasant sound of gurgling water filling the air. As they followed the path up the mountain, they found it sparsely traveled. The young attendant explained that Hero Xiao was a late arrival. Of the two hundred people invited, one hundred sixty-seven martial arts masters had already reached Hidden Sword Manor. Zheng Xiu was the one hundred sixty-eighth.
Zheng Xiu hadn't expected so many people to attend the Martial Arts Assembly.
Zheng Xiu knew just as little about this Dugu Xiang.
A sliver of worry bloomed in Zheng Xiu's heart.
Worry for Xie Luohe.
Xie Luohe was definitely not here to attend the assembly for any legitimate reason; of that, Zheng Xiu was certain.
