Three days later.
Outside of Ziyang Mansion, a hundred miles away, a red and black palanquin, carried by eight people, was moving through a path in the forest.
The palanquin was very spacious. Through the curtains, one could see a handsome young man in fine robes, his face pale as if he were from a noble family who had indulged too much.
“Where’s Luo Yexian?”
The Holy Son of the Huanmo Sect turned the ring on his index finger.
“He just sent a message saying he’s already waiting at Ziyang Mansion.”
A voice floated out of thin air, audible only to the Holy Son of the Huanmo Sect.
This was a more sophisticated method than telepathy.
“Hmph, if he weren’t my younger sister’s husband, if it weren’t for the fact that we need him right now…”
The Holy Son of the Huanmo Sect snorted, looking rather displeased.
During this time, the more he thought about it, the more suspicious he found the so-called Wanxiang Xianzong to be.
He had even sent people to investigate in the South Border.
The villages that had previously provided power to them for harvesting now claimed they were working on mountains, digging rivers, and building roads, all in honor of the Celestial Venerable Immortal.
Which true power would need such useless offerings?
But he was only suspicious.
Just then, one of the three Ancestral Gods in the sect, the Dream God, had awakened, urging them to find some clues. It seemed they had found the Dream God’s abode, which likely contained something extremely important.
Unfortunately, they still couldn’t enter.
It was perfect timing to test this so-called ‘Celestial Venerable’s disciple.’
“Greetings, nephew.”
Not long after, they got closer to Ziyang Mansion. On the small road ahead, Luo Yexian, dressed as a merchant, came forward to greet them.
“Why aren’t you taking the main road? Why here in this secluded spot?”
Seeing his nephew, the Holy Son of the Huanmo Sect felt a surge of anger.
“Nephew, we’re from the Huanmo Sect. If we took the main road, it would be too straightforward.”
Luo Yexian nodded thoughtfully.
“We bear the sect’s mission. It’s better to be cautious.”
“…”
The Holy Son of the Huanmo Sect raised an eyebrow.
You dressed up as a merchant and chose a secluded path instead of the main road. Is that really reasonable?
However, he didn’t want to argue further with Luo Yexian and got straight to the point.
“Has the Immortal agreed to meet?”
“Yes, the Immortal said they will meet tonight.”
Luo Yexian nodded, but then he looked puzzled.
“But why did the Immortal set the time, and we set the place?”
“Setting the time expresses respect. We set the place to prevent any arrangements. Perhaps last time, you were led into a well-laid trap.”
The Holy Son of the Huanmo Sect narrowed his eyes.
“What? That’s impossible. How could the Immortal deceive me…”
“Hmph, living in the South Border, have you truly become ignorant? In this vast world, anything can happen. The Yin Yang Hall can even turn men into women and women into men, while the Huangliang Hall can k*ll in dreams. There’s no reason why they couldn’t trick you. Anything is possible in this world!”
“You’ll know when you meet the Immortal.”
Luo Yexian shook his head, still believing in his ‘Immortal.’
After all, the Immortal was his hope, the one who helped him rise to prominence and break through to the next realm.
How could he doubt his hope?
“What place did you choose for the meeting?”
The Holy Son of the Huanmo Sect didn’t want to waste more words.
“The Happy Sheep Hot Pot Restaurant.”
“?”
“This hot pot restaurant is famous nearby and has been open for a while. It’s absolutely unrelated to anyone else. Plus, there are many people around, making it suitable for our plans.”
Luo Yexian swallowed hard.
The Holy Son of the Huanmo Sect suspected Luo Yexian chose that place because winter was coming and he wanted hot pot.
But he had no proof.
…
Happy Sheep Hot Pot Restaurant.
“Waiter, bring me a spicy hot pot, and put lots of chili. Also, five plates of mutton.”
“Cl…Customer, our portions are generous.”
“It’s fine, martial artists eat a lot.”
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Jiang Chulong finished serving the customer and turned to leave, but she peeked back to take another look.
Sitting at the table was a graceful young man in green robes, drinking alone despite the cold weather.
Little Jiang felt familiar with this figure.
She tilted her head and went into the kitchen.
Unbeknownst to her, the young man’s gaze followed her until she turned back, catching a glimpse of her silhouette.
“Chulong has grown quite a bit. She needs new clothes.”
“Oh, I also need to prepare some red envelopes for New Year’s money…”
Li Mo arrived at Ziyang Mansion by noon.
He was supposed to meet the Huanmo Sect in the evening. Only then could he use “Gong Chanjuan” to communicate with Bing Tuozi, and with the support of the Cold Fairy, things would be even better.
The location was chosen by the other party, and they hadn’t replied yet.
Li Mo decided to wait at the hot pot restaurant to see Chulong and the little ones from Mudiao Lane.
Unfortunately, he used the Illusory Glass Face to avoid unnecessary trouble. He would return to being the owner of the hot pot restaurant once Xiaohe finished his business.
“What place will Luo Yexian choose?”
Li Mo dipped the mutton, watching as the sky darkened outside.
Soon.
The beast carriage trembled slightly, bringing new information:
“Happy Sheep Hot Pot Restaurant, awaiting your arrival.”
“?”
At the bottom of the hot pot restaurant.
The Holy Son of the Huanmo Sect, Luo Yexian, and a group of merchants disguised as sect members, broke through the snowstorm.
“How fragrant! Just like the barbecue in the South Border, it’s mesmerizing.”
Luo Yexian smacked his lips.
“Have you ever had barbecue, nephew? The kind from the South Border, tsk tsk, the taste…”
“Aren’t we here to eat? Why haven’t you sent a message?”
The Holy Son of the Huanmo Sect clenched his fist, restraining himself from punching him.
So, Luo Yexian shrank his neck, reaching for the jade tablet.
But before he could send the message, his eyes widened.
“Nephew…”
“Should I call you… Forget it, what’s the matter? Has that person come?”
“The Immortal said they’ve been here for a while. They asked us to go upstairs.”
“!!?”
The Holy Son of the Huanmo Sect’s expression froze, his breath momentarily paused.
Here, for a while?
But the place was clearly chosen by them!
They stepped into the hot pot restaurant, and only then did they send the message. Yet the other party arrived even earlier?
What does this mean?
It means the other party knew they would choose this place!
“Was anyone following us on the way?”
“To the Holy Son, neither I nor the King of Impermanence sensed anyone monitoring our movements.”
Of course, if someone was following them, the two Kings would have told him.
The Holy Son of the Huanmo Sect felt a deep sense of unease.
To have such a powerful sixth-stage cultivator not notice anything indicates that their methods are unfathomably profound!
“It’s normal. When the Immortal saw me playing mahjong… cough.”
Luo Yexian smiled, seeing the shock on the Holy Son’s face when his underwear was seen.
The Holy Son of the Huanmo Sect ignored him, taking a deep breath.
Arriving early and using unpredictable methods to inform them openly, their intentions were clear.
What a bold show of strength!
This is definitely a show of strength!!
“Let’s go up and see. I want to see who this mysterious person is!”
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PS: Have the audience enjoyed the mooncakes? I devoured all the delicious ones in a box and gave the rest away. Hehehe.
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