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Chapter 151: DRINK AND TALK
🕑 Added 2025-12-22 05:40:41 +0000 UTCHere you go, last Monday's chapter. Cutting it close, but at least it was still released in the right week.
CHAPTER
151
DRINK AND TALK
Jieyuan
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In a small but tidy living room, Jieyuan, Meiyao, and Daojue sat around a table in the dark. Xiaohu lay draped across Meiyaoâs shoulders.
Daojue was silent, as usual, but Jieyuan and Meiyao werenât speaking, either. Jieyuan was thinking, considering the situation, and he was pretty sure that so were the other two.
His feet drummed restlessly on the floor under the table; his body was filled with a heady, eager energy, one that desperately sought a release. There was a fire in him threatening to break out, and he was having a hard time keeping a lid on it.
Being back in Radiant Gold City felt strange.
An odd feeling of estrangementâif not outright alienationâhad hung over Jieyuan since the moment heâd crossed its walls, and even though nearly an hour had passed since, he still hadnât shaken it off.
He reckoned it had to do, at least in part, with how normal the city looked. Not even a year ago, Radiant Gold City had played host to a bloody revolution. Youâd have no idea about that, though, walking around in the city.
Jieyuan recalled the glimpses heâd caught of the city on their way here. He hadnât seen a single destroyed building, and all structures had looked perfectly golden and pristine. There hadnât even been any signs of fire damage. Stranger still was how full the streets had been, with cultivators and mundanes alike.
He frowned; it was hard to reconcile this bustling and unmarred city with his last glimpse of Radiant Gold City, months ago: a scarred, blood-soaked battleground set alight by blue flames that bruised the skies.
The house they were in was squat and nondescript. It was in the Fourth City, the outermost ring of Radiant Gold City, closer to the fourth wall than the third. The two-bedroom residence, Jieyuan knew, had been built about thirty years ago as part of a housing project his family had overseen.
The Haoyujin had torn down the old buildings in the area, and in their place built several dozen near-identical houses intended to host servants of the family and the Radiant Gold Palace. An entire neighborhood, really. This particular house, Jieyuan also knew, had never been assigned to anyone; it had, supposedly, been lost in the paperwork, never mind how excruciatingly meticulous the Haoyujin were about bookkeeping.
There were two other things Jieyuan knew about this house, even though heâd never even seen it before today: its floor plan and all the secret paths that led to it. And heâd known all these things since he was ten years old.
There were about three dozen other houses spread throughout the Fourth, Third, and Second cities that he was just as familiar with. All of them nondescript, all of them uninhabited. Some of them were also bookkeeping mistakes; others had owners who only existed on paper.
Besides their understated appearance and unoccupied status, these houses all had one other thing in common: they were Haoyujin safe houses.
Absentmindedly, Jieyuan traced a line against the dust on the table, revealing the darker sheen of the lacquered wood beneath. The air was as dusty as the table, stale and musty; it was a good thing cultivators werenât bothered about such things, because Jieyuan couldnât exactly open the windows and risk alerting the neighbors that the house was suddenly inhabited.
The torches were also unlit, of course, but all three of them could see well enough in the dark.
Haoyujin children were taught about the familyâs safe houses as soon as they were old enough to be trusted with secrets. Though this house, specifically, had been known only to the head household: to Jieyuan and his father. Not even his aunt, whoâd taken over the family after his old manâs death, knew about it.
Not unless sheâd managed to decipher the mess of cryptic ledgers and account books his old man had left behind for his successor to despair over, and Jieyuan very much doubted she had. Sheâd be prioritizing the main accounts, and itâd take decades before she got around to the books concerning the secret safe housesâif she even managed to hold on to the position that long, which was unlikely.
Jieyuan knew by heart the ciphers to all his old manâs codes, of course, but heâd left the family before his aunt couldâve pried them out of him. He wouldnât avenge his old man (that just wasnât how it was done in their family), but he also wouldnât go out of the way to help his fatherâs murderer. Jieyuan also appreciated a little posthumous pettiness.
This sort of thing was traditional, anyway. His old man had dealt with the same cryptic paperwork when he took over after having Jieyuanâs uncle, the previous Haoyujin patriarch, killed. No doubt there were hundreds of businesses and properties throughout Radiant Gold City that had been lost in the Haoyujinâs succession struggles.
That was all part of the fun, though. Part of the deadly game his family had been playing for centuries, the game all Haoyujin both lived and died for. Thinking about it brought a little smile to Jieyuanâs face. He missed it: the plots, the schemes, the intrigue. If becoming a cultivator hadnât been an optionâŚ
He tried to imagine what itâd have been like, just for a moment, but he drew blanks. It was just wrong, not being a cultivator. He couldnât see himself being anything else. The only world where heâd give up on being a cultivator was one where cultivators didnât exist.
Jieyuanâs gaze drifted up to the makeshift hood draped over Meiyaoâs shoulders; he and Daojue wore similar ones. Before entering the city, the three of them had cut up some of Meiyaoâs few remaining robes to make these hoods.
It wasnât nearly as good as a full-blown disguise, but it had covered Meiyaoâs and Daojueâs hair and face, which had done the trick; it helped that theyâd managed to stay almost entirely out of sight throughout most of their journey to the house.
Something else Haoyujin children were trusted with was the many secret ways in and out of Radiant Gold City. It was through one such secret path that Jieyuan had managed to sneak the three of them into the city about an hour ago. Heâd taken them straight to this house, using an underground entrance to enter it from the basement.
Getting them to the safe house (or rather, to the entrance of the secret tunnel connected to it) hadnât been easy, though. Theyâd had to step out into the open streets a few times on their way here, and as it turned out, there was one thing Meiyao and Daojue werenât preternaturally good at: sneaking around.
It wasnât that they couldnât be quiet; they could, and better than Jieyuan at that. But they drew the eye anyway, for all sorts of reasons, and there was really no helping it.
In the end, though, heâd managed to get them to the safe house without attracting too much attention.
And thank the Heavens for that. Jieyuan would have never thought his intimateâand technically illegalâknowledge of Radiant Gold City would come in handy now that he was a cultivator. But if there was one thing the Heavens liked to do, it was proving you wrong.
Just a few minutes had passed since theyâd arrived at the safe house. After warning Meiyao and Daojue to avoid making noises and keep away from the windows, he had brought them up to the living room, and they had sat themselves around the table.
Then silence had taken over, and here they sat, in the gloom and quiet.
This was not exactly how Jieyuan had imagined their glorious return. But he also hadnât imagined heâd find the city in such a fine state, either, which was exactly the problem at hand: he had absolutely no idea what was going on. No idea what had happened since the revolution.
And that, he decided, is our first order of business.
Jieyuan knocked loudly on the table. Dust surged into the air. Meiyaoâs head snapped up, jerked away from her thoughts, while Daojue turned his attention toward him.
âWe need information,â Jieyuan said, without preamble.
Meiyao narrowed her eyes at him. Her green eyes were bright and wild, and almost seemed to glow in the dark. âInformation? No. What we need is to go to the Gleaming Stone Sect, find out what happened to my family, and butcher all the rottingââ
âMeiyao,â Jieyuan cut in. Heâd known this was coming; honestly, he was surprised sheâd managed to hold it in this long. âWe canât just charge into a sect like that; weâre good, but we canât take on thousands of cultivators on our own. We also have no idea whatâs been going on since we left. We need a plan. And to come up with one, we need to understand the situation.â
Meiyao still didnât look convinced, so Jieyuan tried another approach: âIâm a Firesoul, Meiyao. I know my stakes in this arenât anywhere near as high as yours, but trust meâIâm also burning to damn the consequences and go in, blades swinging, and get some heads rolling.â
That wasnât a lie; heâd been restless from the moment theyâd seen the city, anxious for action. It was moments like this that made him appreciate all the things his old man had put him through to build his discipline. To tame the fire in him. His feet kept tapping on the floor, the safest outlet for all the energy bubbling in him.
âBut we canât do that, because thatâs suicidal. Weâll only stand a chance if we stack our odds as high as we can,â Jieyuan said. âThink about it. Weâre up against, at the very least, two Redsoul sects. The Gleaming Stone Sectâassuming the Gleaming Nobles took over, and Iâd be surprised if they hadnâtâand the Xiyunfeng Clan. The three of us canât just declare war on two sects.â
He could see Meiyao faltering; just one more push, he reckoned, would seal the deal.
âThere mustâve also been Orangesoul involvement,â Jieyuan said, âbecause thereâs no way they couldâve dealt with the Howling Lightning Sect envoy otherwise. And remember the blue fire that took over the cityâit didnât register to our soulsense even when we got close, but was still clearly chromal. Which means, best case scenario, it was Orangesoul.â
Granted, thatâs also the likeliest scenario, Jieyuan thought, but didnât say. He doubted that whatever party had helped the Gleaming Nobles and the Xiyunfeng had been higher than Orangesoul. But that was beside the point. Orangesoul enemies were problem enough.
Theyâd dealt with Orangesoul beasts in the Dome, sure, but only low-sign ones. Even with how much stronger theyâd gotten, Jieyuan wouldnât bet on their odds against a high-sign Orangesoul cultivator.
Meiyao settled back down in her seat; she still looked disgruntled, but the fight had gone out of her.
âSo, I repeat, we need information,â Jieyuan stressed. âIâll go out, and Iâll see what I can learn.â
Meiyao straightened up again like a bamboo shoot.
âIâm going with you,â she said in a tone that brooked no argument.
Daojueâs expression didnât change much, but his brow furrowed a little; clearly, he wasnât keen on sitting around, either.
Unfortunately for them, Jieyuan was prepared to brook arguments.
âNo,â he said. Sure enough, that earned him a glare from Meiyao. But he stood his ground. âYouââ Wouldnât know discretion if it punched you in the gut. âYou draw too much attention. Your looks. Face and figure.â
Meiyao tried to speak again, but he was faster: âWe can take steps to hide all of that, I know. But itâs still a riskâand one we donât have to take. I know the city much better, and I have more experience with this kind of thing. Besides, I already have an idea in mind.â
Jieyuan gave Daojue a pointed look, making it clear that all of this also went for him. It went ignored, of course, but that was how things were with Daojue.
Meiyao still didnât look happy in the least. âAnd whatâs that idea?â
âWell,â Jieyuan said, quite seriously, âI reckon Iâll go out for a drink.â
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Jieyuan walked freely through Radiant Street. He didnât stop himself from looking around, taking in the sights. There was no harm in looking like some curious newcomer; it fit the role he meant to play.
He wore a plain gray mask that covered all his face, and robes that were just as gray and plain. Heâd found both in the safe house; thereâd been an entire wardrobe of clothes in one of the bedrooms. Or rather, outfits: so you could mimic just about anyone from any walk of life. His old man had been nothing if not thorough.
The commercial district was just as he remembered it, buzzing with cultivators. Even the establishments hadnât changed; Jieyuan walked past the same ateliers and pavilions he knew had been there since before he was born. The more he saw, the more confused he became.
He wasnât that surprised things hadnât changed much for mundanes; cultivators ruled them, but it didnât really matter who the cultivators in question were. The relationship between mundanes and cultivators was a symbiotic one; mundanes relied on cultivators for security, protection, and infrastructure, while cultivators relied on mundanes for menial jobs and as a means to bolster their numbers. For the most part, cultivators treated mundanes with casual, if not slightly benign, indifference.
Sure, it wasnât all that uncommon for a mundane to go missing every once in a while (particularly those who frequented cultivator-heavy areas, and even more particularly those stupid enough to walk by the grounds of the Viridian Death Palace), but the Haoyujin had also managed the cityâs mundane police force, so Jieyuan had a good idea of the numbers involved.
Less than one out of twenty mundane deaths had to do with cultivators, already accounting for mysterious disappearances. Ultimately, mundanes did far more harm to each other than cultivators could be bothered to.
The system had its flaws, but it worked; if a new sect took over, it wouldnât mess with that.
But youâd expect things to be at least a little different for the cultivators. Jieyuan frowned under his mask. He was starting to wonder whether the Gleaming Nobles and the Xiyunfeng Clan had failed their revolution. But that couldnât be it, either, because he could also see plenty of Xiyunfeng-owned businesses running as normals.
Even more concerning was that he could see cultivators from the Radiant Gold Sect, the Xiyunfeng Clan, and the Radiant Gold Palace all walking around normally. He only didnât see Viridian Death Cultivators, but that was also normal; it was rare to find one of them out in the streets.
Everything looked perfectly normal, which made the situation decisively unusual in Jieyuanâs opinion. It was a mystery, and one he needed to get to the bottom of.
Heâd already confirmed one thing, at least. His family was doing fine. Before getting to Radiant Street, heâd passed by the Haoyujin main compounds. He knew a couple of ways to reach it in secret, and heâd spent a little while observing it until heâd seen enough of his cousins and aunts and uncles walking through the grounds to be satisfied that they were all right.
He hadnât made contact even though he couldâve easily reached out to his aunt, the new matriarch. It wasnât that sheâd have sold him out; regardless of the circumstances, that wasnât the way the Haoyujin did business. But it wouldâve still been a risk; servants could have overheard, or there might have been a cultivator visiting.
Besides, he doubted his aunt would have been able to tell him anything he wouldnât be figuring out for himself in short order.
One other thing heâd learned on the way, picking up from conversations in the streets, was that theyâd spent nearly a month longer in the forest than heâd calculated. It might be the lack of day and night in the viridian dome that was the issue, but he doubted it; heâd managed to keep track of time fairly well.
Rather, he had this feeling that this had to do with the Absolute Sword Trials; maybe when the Plunderer had transported him and Daojue into it, it hadnât been as instantaneous as itâd felt like to them. This was something Jieyuan had wondered about before, too; it was too unlikely that theyâd find Muyeshenâs cave just as the Absolute Sword Trial began.
All in all, theyâd spent almost nine months in the Viridian Dome. Two hundred and sixty-six days, to be exact. Jieyuan wasnât sure how important that information would turn out to be, but he put it away for later just in case.
His destination was near the middle of Radiant Street. He saw it long before he reached it; it was hard to miss: a tall, three-story building made entirely of brightgold, glowing like solid fire under the glare of the midday sun. Very few buildings outside the Radiant Gold Palace had gotten the full brightgold treatment, and this was one of them.
The Golden Chalice. The only winehouse owned by the Radiant Gold Sect. And, of course, managed and operated by the Haoyujin. Jieyuan stared up at its high, vaulted entrance, and the elegant calligraphy embossed in actual, mundane gold right over the open, massive double doors.
There were several chromal winehouses and teahouses in the city, some in Radiant Street and some outside. But the Golden Chalice was by far the biggest and most popular despite being the youngest of them all, having been built less than a century ago. It was the best place for getting a feel for the lay of the land.
There was another place where he could go for information, a proper location where knowledge could be bought. And Jieyuan also meant to go there eventually, but it was expensive, so he wanted to figure out as much as he could for free first.
Jieyuan walked through the doors, the feet of his greaves clinking dully on the metallic floor. Inside was a wide, open area, taken up by several tables of varying sizes.
Everything in sight was, of course, brightgold, from the floor to the ceiling and everything in between: tables, chairs, and even the dishes and cups. The cutlery toâno silverware here, no sir. It was goldenware.
Youâd think itâd be garish, if not outright annoying, being surrounded by so much brightgold (which managed to be even more striking than mundane gold, what with how it softly glowed with its own light), but youâd be surprised by how fast you could get used to brightgold exposure.
Jieyuan did a quick scan of the room; most of the tables were occupied. He saw local cultivators, but most of them wore robes Jieyuan didnât recognize; cultivators from sects of other districts, then, or unaffiliated ones. Perfect. Even better, Jieyuan found that more than a few were masked, so he wouldnât be standing out much.
Masks were rather common among unaffiliated cultivators, and that was exactly what Jieyuan wanted others to think he was. You couldnât hide your spirit-song (or at least Jieyuan didnât know of any means of doing so), but it took time for others to memorize it. More time than most unaffiliated cultivators usually spent in any one place.
At the back was a stairway leading up to the higher floors, where there were private rooms; on the site of the steps was a set of open doors leading to the kitchens and stores. Mundane servers walked around the floor like busy ants, going ignored by the cultivators unless they were needed. The constant presence of the servers, Jieyuan knew, served two purposes.
One was, of course, to provide prompt service. The other was to listen in on the conversations so they could pass everything on to the floor managers later.
Itâd been his great-grandfather whoâd set up the Golden Chalice. Before, thereâd been other similar establishments that catered to cultivators, but none from the Radiant Gold Sect. It wasnât like the sect was lacking for money, after all.
But the Golden Chalice had never been meant to turn a profit, even though it had turned out to be one of their most profitable businesses. Rather, its real purpose was to gather intelligence both from visiting cultivators and the local ones.
Sighting him, one of the servers made her way over. She was a young woman, not particularly pretty but not unattractive either. The sort that just faded into the background and was easily forgotten. You could say the same, Jieyuan noticed, for just about all the other servers. It seemed like his aunt had maintained his old manâs hiring guidelines.
Cultivators didnât tend to be a rowdy bunch, but there was no need to tempt them with beauty if you could help it. Besides, the less attention they paid to the servers, the more easily the servers could eavesdrop on them.
âGood afternoon, sir,â the young woman said, giving him a polite bow. âTable for one?â
âYes,â Jieyuan said; he made his voice a bit higher than usual, tweaking the tone to make it unrecognizable. He probably didnât need to (he didnât see anyone he recognized), but being careful cost him nothing. âThat one.â
He nodded toward an empty table near the center of the floor. The server bowed again and led him over to it. She stood to the side of the table as she took his seat.
âYou can view our offerings, sir, by reading the jade book on the table,â the woman said, indicating the little block of jade embedded in the middle of the golden table top. âWould you like me to wait here for your order, sir?â
âWait,â Jieyuan said curtly. He knew very well how dismissive cultivators were of mundanes, and he was acting the part right now. He reached forward and brushed his hand against the jade book, sending some chroma into it.
Words appeared in his mindâs eye; most of them were chromal wines of all sorts, but there was also a small selection of foods. Chromal food, made from chromal plants and beasts.
There wasnât actually any benefit to eating chromal plants and beasts over common ones; Jieyuan had heard they all tended to taste delicious, but that was about it; it didnât actually need to be chromal. The wine, though, was a different story; cultivators couldnât get drunk on mundane wine. It actually had to be chromal.
Jieyuan hadnât really eaten or drunk anything since becoming a cultivator. Back when heâd been a mundane, heâd had some idea of what they served in the Golden Chalice, but mostly in terms of costs and margins. Still, heâd always held his alcohol well, the few times heâd drunk anything, so he wasnât too worried.
He picked an averagely priced bottle that he faintly recalled not being worth even half the listed price of five red prisms, and that was it. The server excused herself, and with her gone, Jieyuan could finally get started with what heâd really come here for.
Relaxing in his chair, assuming the posture of someone waiting, a bit impatiently, for his order, he focused on his hearingâand the many ongoing conversations around him came into focus. Words washed over him, bits and pieces of conversation. This was why heâd wanted a table in the middle.
âSee Maeva,â he murmured.
A chair appeared across him, Maeva on it. She smiled at him; sheâd never looked more out of place in her yellow sundress and white lab coat.
âIâll take the left, you take the right?â Maeva asked.
Thatâll do, Jieyuan thought at her.
He then focused on the conversations going on the right side of the room; Maeva would be focusing on the other side. He had no idea how that worked, given they shared the same mind, but heâd long since given up on trying to make sense of it all.
He couldâve used Twin Serpent Cognition to a similar effect, but his amphis was currently stored away in his glyph-stretch pouch; instead, he had a split spear sheathed at his sides. He didnât want to risk anyone recognizing the unusual weapons; they looked similar to a split-up spear when sheathed, but not identical.
To Jieyuanâs surprise, he didnât even have to wait before the topics he was looking for came up. One of the tables had Radiant Gold Sect members, and they were discussing the current situation of their sectâand whether the Gleaming Stone Sect was planning on taking control of Radiant Gold City any time soon, since they now ruled the district.
What?
Jieyuan kept himself from reacting as he focused fully on the table.
â⌠and we donât know anything⌠Gleaming Stone SectâŚâ
â⌠when will Sovereign Qingshi make a move⌠OrangesoulâŚâ
Wait, what? Sovereign Qingshi? Orangesoul?
Jieyuan didnât manage to pick out every word, but what he managed to parse had him concerned, and growing even more so by the second. Another table, this one with foreign cultivators, also caught his attention as Jieyuan heard the words Howling Lightning Sect.
Focusing on it, Jieyuan took a few moments to catch up with the conversation. Apparently, they were wondering whether the remaining Howling Lightning Sect members (remaining?) had a shot at revolting against the Restless Flame Sect⌠which had absorbed it? What?
Jieyuan had never even heard about this Restless Flame Sect. Was it another Orangensoul sect? Restless Flame⌠Flame⌠Did it have to do with the blue fire that had swallowed the city in the day of the coup?
A picture was starting to form in Jieyuanâs mind, and it was a very confusing one.
A short while later, his server arrived with his wine. He absentmindedly had her pour him a cup before dismissing her, his attention still on those two tables.
He was quietly sipping his drink, pretending to appreciate itâthe flavor didnât even register, it was just liquid flowing down his throatâbut then a third one also started talking about a subject he had an interest in: the fate of the Liangshibai. This table had Gleaming Stone Sect members.
Meiyao had told him to find out the situation with her family. That was her priority, so Jieyuan made it his.
âHouse arrest⌠Isolated from everyone else⌠QingshiâŚâ
â⌠Gleaming Nobles⌠Sovereign ProtectorâŚâ
Qingshi again. Something about how heâd gone against the Gleaming Nobles and not killed the Liangshibai?
Thatâs⌠promising, Jieyuan thought, even though it only made him more confused. He kept listening, but unfortunately, he didnât manage to find out much else. It turned out the Gleaming Stone Sect members themselves didnât know a lot, either; the mystery of what was going on with the Liangshibai was, in fact, the core of their conversation.
They moved on to a different topic without Jieyuan learning anything new. He returned his attention to the two tables from earlier, but theyâd also changed subjects.
Finishing his cup, Jieyuan assessed his state and confirmed he wasnât even remotely tipsy yet. He poured himself another glass. All the while, he kept an ear out, but no other table drew his attention.
This little interlude turned out to be a good thing, though, because he was still reeling from one revelation in particular, and he needed to think it through.
Qingshi was an Orangesoul; not just that, heâd taken control of the Gleaming Stone Sect and was now its sovereign protector. Not just that, the Gleaming Stone Sect had supplanted the Radiant Gold Sect as the districtâs ruler⌠Meaning they werenât in the Radiant Gold District anymore. It was the Gleaming Stone District now.
Qingshi. Orangesoul.
Back during the revolution, Jieyuan had learned that Qingshi was not just still alive, but also a tenth-sign redsoul. And now he was apparently an Orangesoul. Had Qingshi still been hiding his true soulsign during the revolution? Had he already been an Orangesoul at the time, or had he broken through afterward?
Something else occurred to Jieyuan, and he stilled. Had Qingshi been an Orangesoul as early on as their fight in the Gleamstone Valley? Had he, Meiyao, and Daojue unknowingly fought an Orangesoul?
And how had Qingshi broken through, anyway? He mustâve needed an Orangesoul coalescence hymn for that. How had he gotten his hands on one? Had he found it, or been given it? Or⌠Maybe heâd created it?
Jieyuan didnât know the specifics, but heâd heard it took upwards of decades of Concept pursuit, high enough heavenly affinity, and a great deal of luck to create even a Redsoul hymn, let alone an Orangesoul one.
Regardless of how heâd pulled it off, though, Qingshi was now an Orangesoul. That was definitely not good news, even if it looked like Qingshi was protecting the Liangshibai, which still didnât make sense to Jieyuan.
More than anything else right now, though, Jieyuan needed to know what sign Qingshi was at. Because if Qingshi was a high-sign Orangesoulâjust the thought of it made Jieyuan shudderâthen he, Meiyao, and Daojue would really have to reevaluate their plans.
Jieyuan spent about an hour at the Golden Chalice, discreetly eavesdropping on the tables around him while he slowly worked his way through his bottle. The matter of the sects and the revolution came up often.
As far as cultivators were concerned, something that had happened in the last few decades was recent, let alone less than a year ago. That was exactly what Jieyuan had been counting on when he decided to come here. And heâd been right; heâd ended up learning plenty.
Unfortunately, heâd also be leaving with more questions than he had when he came in.
His bottle done, Jieyuan considered asking for another; he still wasnât exactly drunk, and even if he were, he reckoned he could counteract the effects with Absolute Will Command. But heâd already managed to form a clear enough impression of the big picture; now what he needed were the details, and he doubted heâd be getting those by sticking around.
He didnât want to stay out too long, anyway; Meiyao had told him sheâd be hunting him down if he wasnât back by nightfall. There were still a few hours to go before then, but he wouldnât be surprised if she decided to set out well before sunset.
Jieyuan waved a server over, paid for his bottle, and left. No doubt his presence here would be reported, but he wasnât particularly concerned. Theyâd just mark as a foreign unaffiliated cultivator keeping a low profile.
He made one little stop at a nearby building, then set off in the direction of the safe house. On the way back, he talked with Maeva; she filled in some details with what sheâd learned from the other side of the room, but she didnât have all that much to add; mostly she just confirmed the conclusions heâd come to.
The real question now was how Meiyao and Daojue would take all the newsâand how theyâd go from there.
Comments
Kentucky Fried Children
Iâm curious if daojue will care much other than adding another sect to his kill list
Akkido
I appreciate us finally getting an element of Jieyuan's unique talents getting to shine over the absurdities that are his team mates.
yosef melul
I hope that the trio will need to find a creative way to defeat Qingshi and not some Mary Sue bullshit to be able to face him straight up
