A long boat sailed with the wind, the water flowing gently.
A young man, dressed in black robes and carrying a sword, sat quietly in the awning, his robes draped gently at his sides, as serene as his expression.
"Young Master Li~" The boatman bowed and greeted him, then poled the green water with his bamboo pole.
But in his words, there was a subtle, almost imperceptible hint of disdain.
Everyone knew that Young Master Li was Master Li's disciple.
And why he was accepted as Master Li's disciple was already widely known: caution.
On his first day in the black market, he went home sick, thus escaping the Wei family's assassination attempt.
But the girl who partnered with him, named Wen Xiaoqiao, wasn't so lucky.
Master Li was getting old and wanted to pass on his mantle, so he chose
