Chapter 133 – White Horse Sword Slave

Sword slave?

Waited for me bitterly?

Ye Qingyu was somewhat nonplussed.

Just what is this, do I know this youth from somewhere before?

“Wuwu, my lord, you’ve really come…” The youth was nonsensical yet again, laughing and crying like a madman. Half a moment later, he seemed to have thought of something, quickly rushing to say, “My lord, please quickly enter. Your subordinate I have ensured that the entire tower was kept clean…”

Ye Qingyu could not laugh or cry, entering the tower.

The interior of the tower was really extremely clean and tidied. There was not the slightest hint of dust. The white floor was as polished as a mirror.

Ye Qingyu carefully observed around him.

The interior of the tower was plain and unadorned. The first floor was used to store various items, such a weapons, spears and blades. Apart from this, there were three or four rooms that, according to the youth, was where the servants of the previous patrolling sword envoy stayed. As you went up the stairs, the decoration of the second storey was somewhat more detailed. The second floor had a fairly large space, and there were weapons hung on the walls. It should be a small scale practice room. And as for the third floor, it was the resting room of the patrolling sword envoy. The furnishings were exquisite, and it possessed some wooden furniture.

The space of the fourth storey was comparatively small, but both the design and furnishings were elegant. With an incense burner, praying mat, emerald green bonsai plants and on the four walls, there were formations used to consolidate yuan qi of Heaven and Earth. And on all four sides, there were large windows that could be used to survey the surrounding architecture… Ye Qingyu guessed, that the fourth storey should be a place of quiet, used to cultivate yuan qi.

“This are some items that the previous superior have left behind. Everything has been arranged by the predecessor,” the skinny youth Bai Yuanxing said respectfully behind him, explaining in a small voice.

Ye Qingyu nodded his head.

Then this skinny youth said in a probing tone, “I wonder if superior is satisfied with this place, do you need to rearrange anything?”

Ye Qingyu shook his head....