The next day, early in the morning.
"Wen Qingye, I heard about yesterday! They said your final sword strike was absolutely devastating and that you killed the chieftain of Black Cloud Mountain with a single blow?" The moment Zhao Mei woke up and learned what happened, she began chattering at Wen Qingye nonstop.
Wen Qingye replied coolly, "It wasn't that dramatic. It was a sneak attack."
"I knew it! That chieftain was a master at the Sixth Level of Refining Essence," Zhao Mei said, the realization dawning on her. "Your swordsmanship is quite good. How about teaching me a few moves? Like the Moonfall Swordsmanship?"
"Little Mei, stop messing around," Zhao Xia said, glaring at her sister. She then turned to Wen Qingye with a smile. "Don't listen to my sister's nonsense. I have some water here. You should have a drink."
Wen Qingye nodded. He happened to be thirsty, so he took the waterskin and drank deeply. GULP, GULP.
