Until suddenly a few cool drops splattered down, extinguishing countless idle chats within a few breaths.
The rain truly started.
The sky couldn't be called overcast; it seemed there was a layer of thin clouds enveloping it, making the sun hazy, and then the rain began to fall softly, with a cool breeze blowing from the Southern Platform all the way to the Northern Platform.
He Yaoyao looked like she just realized it, her apricot eyes wide as she looked at the young man: "Pei Ye."
Pei Ye shook off the water droplets from his sword, smiled with satisfaction: "Then let's see whose Water Sword is more exquisite and pleasing to the eye — if you use another sword, just admit defeat yourself, how's that?"
He Yaoyao truly became happy, exclaimed: "Good!"
Without greeting, she truly resembled a crane, her Sword Light gracefully swept in.
Such a fast sword, such an accurate sword!
The polite He Yaoyao never had such sharpness; the cheerful He Yaoyao was truly dangerous.
