64 Trades

"It's been a while since I've met someone as interesting as you," Qingyang Zi chuckled.

Truth be told, given his status, countless people were eager to curry favor with him. Be it a cup of fine tea or a sip of plain water, some individuals would praise anything to the skies.

Qingyang Zi found Pei Xuanjing's straightforward reply refreshing and felt no resentment for it.

Interesting?

Pei Xuanjing didn't understand Qingyang Zi's sentiments and only smiled in response.

Qingyang Zi continued, "You've been in the Martial Academy for half a month now. How do you feel? If you have any concerns, feel free to bring them up, and I will help resolve them."

Pei Xuanjing shook his head and replied, "All is well, with no issues."

To him, every day was carefree, and he had ample martial skill methods to refine and accumulate Taoist rhythm. The current Martial Academy was the most suitable place for him.