But now it seems that seclusion is indeed seclusion, but living in seclusion is not necessarily solitary, nor is it necessarily unnoticed by others.
The young man, tall and upright, walked beside the woman, with a tiger-patterned sword hanging at his waist and a fluffy black ball on his shoulder. When he heard the silence in the arena, he looked over with a sidelong glance, but the expressionless face quickly turned away, still murmuring words.
Most people recognized him, or at least had heard of the inseparable black cat and the yellow-sheathed Longsword.
Pei Ye.
The defiant swordsman who opposed Yunlang.
The moment this young man was recognized, the entire Sword Field fell into deeper silence.
The two seemed to know each other, conversing with heads tilted, and the young man held a bamboo hat in his hand.
He said something to Ming Qi Tian, who tilted her head and asked a few syllables, then he raised a hand to point, leading the woman to an empty table at the east end.
