Chapter 67: The Familiar Jianghu Grudges
The early morning world was so quiet.
Drizzle accumulated downwards along the slope of the roof tiles and then dripped down from the eaves. It seemed as if one could hear the sound of its splashing. The bluestone slabs at the doorway have long been washed clean, with a row of shallow pits formed by the dripping water, revealing the purest original color of the bluestone slabs. If you didn't look closely, you might think the rain had stopped.
Song You finally opened his eyes.
The swordsman in the room was still sitting against the wall, his legs stretched out, his long sword casually placed across them, appearing to be in a very comfortable position. His eyes were still open, and looking in Song You's direction. His eyes were bloodshot with fine blood vessels visible. He seemed to have been awake all night, yet he seemed full of energy.
Seeing Song You awake, he lowered his gaze, and glanced at his legs. He asked, “Sir, after sitting cross-legged all night, aren't your legs sore?”
“They are.” Song You answered very straightforwardly.
This somewhat surprised the swordsman.
He had expected, if not a denial, at least a vague answer like “I'm used to it,” but he hadn't anticipated such directness.
“You often sit cross-legged, how come you haven't gotten used to it?”