Shi Zanxue sat for a moment and turned back, a refined young woman quietly standing by the railing.
She carried a sword on her back, her brows cold and stern, her posture like the pine tree, looking down at Shi Zanxue.
"Senior Sister Ji."
"What did he say?"
"Mr. Pei is willing to follow the traces of the Queen Mother and ascend to the position of West Court Master."
Ji Jiuying's voice was cold as ice: "Who wouldn't want to."
Shi Zanxue stood up from the desk, gathered the pot and cup, fetching water and rinsing: "Many are willing to become the master of Tianshan, but only a few in the world can ascend to that position."
"Do you believe he is?"
"Senior Sister Ji, you bear the name of 'Shuangcheng'; what kind of master do you expect in your heart? Is he far from Mr. Pei?"
Ji Jiuying lowered her eyes: "I don't anticipate any master."
"Then, back then, you shouldn't have accepted the name 'Shuangcheng.'"
