This was only a story of the past. It was like a jar of old wine that had its clay seal broken — it had to be finished in a single go.0

This jar of old wine, these seemingly trivial matters, had fermented in Chen Ping'an's mind for many years. After opening up to the right person, the fragrance of wine would waft through the air. Moreover, Chen Ping'an would only share this wine when he came across the right people.0

Lu Tai was his drinking companion today.0

There were many people whom Chen Ping'an respected and had close relationships with: Ning Yao, A'Liang, Liu Xianyang, Gu Can, Daoist Priest Zhang Shanfeng, and so on. However, he had never mentioned this story to them before.0

Yet, it was a shame that Lu Tai was seemingly unmoved after hearing the story. In the end, he even joked with Chen Ping'an and asked whether the young boy was trying to imply that unconventional and feminine men like him would almost all suffer miserable fates, so miserable that they weren't even afforded the dignity of having a grave.0

Chen Ping'an couldn't help but chuckle in surprise. He hopped off the railing and returned to the first floor of the pagoda.0

For some reason, Chen Ping'an felt much better after having a seemingly casual chat with Lu Tai and telling him about these trivial matters from the past. It was as if he had untied a knot in his heart.0

In the afternoon, Chen Ping'an practiced sword techniques as always. He was still practicing the Avalanche Technique, and he felt like there was less resistance and more flow today.0

After today, Lu Tai also changed his manner of dressing. There was a jade hairpin in his hair, an azure robe on his body, and a yellow bamboo folding fan in his hand. He transformed from a stunning beauty into an elegant young master. This caused Chen Ping'an to breathe a sigh of relief. Thus, he didn't say anything even when Lu Tai came down to the first floor from time to time, either flicking through his books...0