The moon at the horizon had already sunk low, though the sun was not yet visible, the sky above Heavenly Capital was slowly brightening as the city began to awaken.
The one-armed scholar stood not too far from Wang Anfeng. His appearance had drastically changed from the past, becoming somewhat withered, his eyes more indifferent. The white hair at his temples reminded Wang Anfeng that the events at Fufeng Academy had transpired seven or eight years ago.
At that time, he had just entered the academy, only thirteen or fourteen years old. He still had to sweep the grounds daily, not to mention wielding a sword across Heavenly Capital; even attempting to unleash Sword Qi required great effort.
Back then, Ni Tianxing would often come to mooch food and drink, frequently driving Baili Feng to fury with his casual remarks.
Originally thought to be a joking master, the gluttonous Ni Master.
