Shi Zanxue paused, then nodded with a smile, "Alright."
Dian Cang is a dominating sect in the Western Territory.
The disciples of the sect travel and act chivalrously, resembling the style of Taihang. However, when Pei Ye announced his name and was led into the courtyard, he found the well-known sect leader of the Western Territory sitting by a pool, fishing.
A cloak and a bamboo hat, with a sword by his side, and an old wine gourd.
"Master Shen, I am Pei Ye, junior, apologizing for the interruption." Pei Ye clasped his fists and bowed respectfully.
The man turned his head, with a single ring tying his hair, his eyebrows sharp and eyes like a sword. Despite his status and reputation, he looked astonishingly young, with deep eyes and a slightly blue beard.
The moment Pei Ye was directly looked at by those eyes, he felt the surrounding sounds vanish, and his bent waist involuntarily straightened up.
