The once neglected attic in Pei Mansion, even today, has become a forbidden area in the mansion, which no one may lightly enter.
However, no one has any objections to this. Even when passing by the attic, their eyes are filled with admiration and longing.
For everyone knows that the prosperity of the Pei Mansion today, comes from the master of this attic, the Sword Saint Pei Min.
"Have you really decided to go?"
Pei Laozhu looked at Pei Xuanjing's silhouette, his tone oddly inquisitive.
Like over a decade ago, when he had asked Pei Xuanjing to participate in the Grand Tournament of Yunzhong County.
Pei Xuanjing stood in the attic, with his back to Pei Laozhu, looking up at the distant sky, watching the clouds roll by.
"Do you regret it?" Without turning around, Pei Xuanjing's calm voice drifted over.
Upon hearing this, Pei Laozhu could not help but shudder.