"It's exactly that smell!"
Hu Qi and Xiang Changsong pointed at Liang Qu and burst into laughter, unrestrained in their mirth.
The night wind whooshed, flags fluttered atop the walls, and the orange-yellow lanterns swayed under the buildings, their light flickering.
Liang Qu joined in the laughter.
The apprentices around them didn't understand why, but seeing Senior Brother Hu and Senior Brother Xiang so carefree, they couldn't help but crack a smile themselves.
Moonlight interwove with lamplight.
Shadows flickered.
In those flickers held aspirations.
Xiang Changsong gripped Liang Qu's neck tightly, "As for sudden realizations, they only sound like everyday meal when they come from your mouth, Junior Brother."
"Let's wait another six years, no, make it five," Hu Qi suggested earnestly, "Let's get Master to move the Martial Arts Academy again, spend some silver, and have Junior Brother Liang experience another epiphany. This business, I see it as profitable."