Chapter 188: Beheading the Lion's Head
Shengjing, usually free of snow, was dry and cold at this time, with a biting wind constantly sweeping through the streets, forcing the vendors and porters in the city to keep their hands and feet covered.
The shops along the street all hung thick cloth curtains in front of their doors, lit their stoves, burning brightly to ward off the chill of winter.
A cart-pulling man, dressed in worn cotton clothes with his dark, muscular forearms exposed from rolled-up sleeves, was slurping a bowl of hot tea by a shop entrance when he saw three carriages enter the city.
Not long after, a group of people disembarked from the carriages, and one of them walked directly towards him.
As the cart-pulling man lowered his head in a panic, he saw a hand reach out from the side, and a few copper coins were added to the bowl of a beggar crouching nearby.
"It's almost winter; why not give a bit more? Anyway, it's all from Brother Bai's purse."
"You, a scholar?"
"You were busy with spring plowing a few days ago. I've been with Chen Fuzi, teaching students."
"No wonder your bandit heart is so enlightened."
"So why not give a bit more?"
"To be able to beg in Shengjing, there might be someone else behind this 'Qi.' If it's less, there might not be much to covet, but if it's too much, it might not be his anymore."
"Then it's better to just buy him some food."
"But perhaps he doesn't want food, but has a sick mother at home waiting for medicine?"
Ji You responded to Kuang Shusheng's question, then walked along the road with Cao Instructor and others towards Ni Mountain, secretly thinking, I, Ji Hanfei, am back.
This was his seventh day back from the Snow Region; he had been in Feng Province for the previous period.
Resting, recuperating, listening to Chen Fuzi expound on the bandit Dao, and incidentally meeting some Immortal Villa masters who came to visit empty-handed. When he first entered Feng Province with his sword, he hadn't given any Immortal Villa 'Face,' so after he returned from the Snow Region, those Immortal Villa masters shouldn't have come to visit.
But upon hearing that he had beheaded Soldier King in the Snow Region, these masters changed their minds, and not bringing gifts was their last act of stubbornness.
After dealing with these trivial matters, they traveled by boat for a day and finally arrived in Shengjing, where the temperature had already begun to plummet.
Ji You now moved away from the beggar, tucking a silver piece he had accidentally taken too much of into his sleeve, watching Bai Rulong's mouth twitch.
Damn it, bitten again.
Am I, Rulong Immortal Emperor, destined for a life of many tribulations?
Cultivation, I must cultivate diligently when I return!
Ji You ignored him, then walked forward, holding his breath and calming his mind.
Now, Worldly Families have been established, and taxes have been reduced.
An envoy has been sent to the Yao Race, avoiding war.
This might still be far from the best era, but for Feng Province, it's already a pretty good harvest year.
As for the world, Ji You now felt somewhat out of reach. The only way was to cultivate diligently,
Improve his strength, and properly temper the old man in the Celestial Book Palace.
He only hoped that this hard-won stability could last longer, giving him more time to increase his strength. Just as he was thinking, a gentle and beautiful girl suddenly appeared at an alley entrance on Yong'an Avenue.
She wore a light green short jacket covered by a fur coat, and at this moment, she looked at the scholar beside Ji You with sparkling eyes, her red lips slightly pursed, as if she wanted to speak but hesitated.
So everyone stopped, watching the scholar slightly stunned, then he walked over step by step.
"Young Master—"
"Miss Rui'er—"
Ever since Ji You and Kuang Cheng left the capital, Wei Rui had been waiting in Shengjing City, unable to eat or sleep, feeling as though she had waited for an eternity.
Now, finally seeing him, she was startled by his address, so she looked up, and her cheeks instantly flushed as her eyes darted about.
Kuang Cheng's old Face reddened, and he couldn't help but glance at Ji You behind him.
Brother Ji truly lives up to his reputation as a man who can conquer the world with his body.
Ji You raised the corner of his mouth, thinking, 'See, I told you following me would definitely teach you good things.'
"Rui'er" was too intimate, and "Miss Wei" was too formal. Kuang Cheng had agonized over this issue for seven days, not even writing a letter of peace. Later, Ji You told him that calling her "Miss Rui'er" was most appropriate.
This address, combining intimacy and politeness, didn't seem abrupt, yet it had a hint of impropriety that made one's heart itch.
And this scene made Rulong Immortal Emperor somewhat envious.
Ji You looked at him: "What about that Junior Sister with the rounded hips you hooked up with using my name?"
Bai Rulong opened his mouth: "She stopped talking to me after she found out I wasn't you—"
"It's alright, you're still young, there are plenty of opportunities. Look, even Cao Instructor is so old and still doesn't have a Dao Companion."
"?"
Then Wei Rui's gaze shifted from Kuang Cheng and she slowly greeted the group: "I heard Young Master Ji's hands were injured. How is your recovery now?"
"Barely usable, but after all, it's a bone and muscle injury, so I can't rush it."
Ji You raised his hands upon hearing this, demonstrating his "untamed arms," which still trembled when he bent them. He now rarely used muscle strength, instead using Spiritual Qi to lift his arms, bypassing muscles and Meridians, and relying on external force to move his arms. He could perform simple actions.
Based on the current recovery, he should be mostly healed before the New Year, and fully recovered by spring.
After Ji You finished speaking, he looked at Kuang Cheng: "Let's part ways here. We're going back to the mountain. You do what you need to do.
I'll arrange a time to ask you for that meal you promised me when we left the capital."
"Then—I will bid farewell to Brother Ji here."
"Kuang Cheng, my house is still very empty."
Wei Rui turned and left with Kuang Cheng, feeling a bit confused after hearing Ji You's last words: "What house?"
Kuang Cheng rolled up his sleeves in front of him: "The human heart is fickle—"
Wei Rui pondered for a long time, unable to understand, so she obediently followed behind him, her eyes darting up and down as she observed him, thinking that Kuang Lang seemed to have lost some weight.
Ji You was currently watching their retreating figures, thinking that since Kuang Cheng had changed to calling her Miss Rui'er, perhaps Wei Rui should change to calling him Kuang Lang.
Kuang Lang, Kuang Lang—
Heh, that address truly sounds a bit bumpy.
Bai Rulong still remembered Kuang Cheng making Ji You take more silver, and watching them leave, he couldn't help but say, "It's almost lunchtime, and this scholar doesn't even know how to be polite."
Ban Yangshu shook his head: "That's not surprising, because if anyone dares to be polite, Junior Brother Ji will dare to eat."
Ji You glanced at Ban Yangshu, then turned to look at the west side of the long street: "Wait for me for a bit, I have something to do, and then we'll go back to the mountain together."
"?"
At this moment, Changle Princess Zhao Yunyue was on the adjacent tea house, surrounded by Young Masters and Young Misses from prominent Worldly Families in the capital, all staring intently at Ji You.
She and Wei Rui were like sisters, so she had known about Ji You's return to the capital early on. It was perfectly fine to say she happened to see him while drinking tea, but it was also perfectly fine to say she deliberately came to see him.
As for the purpose, there wasn't much.
It was just that whenever she thought of how this man had once been so ignorant of her good intentions, anger would well up in her heart, and she didn't want to see him return safely from the bottom of her heart, so she came to confirm if his hands were truly still intact.
Unfortunately, what she saw did not fulfill her wish.
Princess Changle coldly took a small sip of tea, then saw Ji You, clad in white, walk unhurriedly into the alley facing the street, then pass straight through the alley, stepping onto the adjacent Tiansheng Avenue, and disappearing from sight.
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"Tiansheng Street—"
Suddenly, a clear and resonant sword hum rang out, like a clap of thunder exploding on flat ground, rising abruptly from the opposite street and soaring straight into the sky.
As the sword hum burst forth, a majestic surge of Qi, like a roaring tide, instantly swelled.
The subtle chill that had permeated the entire city was instantly engulfed by this fierce and unparalleled Sword Qi, like wild beasts unleashed, charging wildly and rampaging through the east and west streets.
In an instant, everyone on Yong'an Avenue felt a bone-chilling cold, and the banners of countless shops fluttered wildly.
Cao Jinsong and his group had just stabilized themselves in the Face of the cold wave when they saw a brilliant sword shadow from Tiansheng Street, carrying immense force, press down, and a thunderous roar echoed through the long street.
People who had been busy shouting, bargaining, and bustling in the streets and alleys were now as if under a freezing spell, their movements abruptly halted, and they involuntarily turned their heads to look at Tiansheng Street to the west.
Roughly in the middle section, smoke and dust were already rising in front of a mansion gate.
Then, Ji You stepped out of the smoke and dust, looked at Cao Jinsong, and said, "Let's go, back to the mountain."
Cao Jinsong opened his mouth: "What did you do?"
"Warned certain people not to return to the capital in this lifetime."
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Zhao Yunyue now rose from the tea house and looked at the young servant beside her: "Go, see what happened!"
The young servant immediately bowed: "Yes!"
At this time, many people were gathering towards Tiansheng Street, and soon it was packed to the brim.
The young servant from Prince Chong's Mansion hurried away, squeezing through many people before returning to the tea house: "Princess, your humble servant has returned."
"What happened?"
"There were two stone lions in front of the Dou Mansion, and their heads were—were cut off by a sword."
Zhao Yunyue was silent for a long time after hearing this, thinking, 'As expected.' She knew Ji You wasn't a soft persimmon to be manipulated. Although some said he willingly went on the envoy mission to the Yao Race, it didn't mean anyone could interfere. Dou Yuankong was lucky he ran fast—
Dou Shangshu rushed out of his mansion in a panic after hearing the noise, seeing his stone lions headless,
He immediately turned to the gatekeeper: "What happened?!"
The gatekeeper swallowed: "That Ji You from Tianshu Academy came by—"
Upon hearing this, Dou Shangshu was immediately stunned.
He knew his son was involved in sending Ji You on the envoy mission to the Yao Race, but after regaining his composure, he clenched his fists: "I have never met that rogue cultivator from Tianshu Academy. What does he mean by this?!"
The gatekeeper opened his mouth: "He said Young Master should never return to the capital in this lifetime."
"Arrogant, truly arrogant! He thinks that just because he established a so-called Worldly Family in Feng Province, he's a Worldly Family scion? No, he's still a lone individual, a rogue cultivator from the countryside!"
Dou Shangshu felt that losing the lions was tolerable, but not allowing his son to return to the capital was unbearable, so he rushed out of the mansion and went to the Immortal Supervision Bureau.
How could a rogue cultivator from the countryside, even with the identity of a Tianshu Academy student, act in such a manner?
Report to the officials, I, this official, must report to the officials!
But the response he received was a silent courtyard, as if no one had heard him speak, which immediately left Dou Shangshu baffled.
The Great Xia imperial power was weak, fearing those deeply entrenched Worldly Families. How could a Tong Xuan Realm cultivator, even with unparalleled combat power, make the Immortal Supervision Bureau turn a deaf ear to this matter?
Zhao Yunyue had already left the tea house at this time, and with graceful steps, she arrived at the Immortal Supervision Bureau: "Dou Shangshu, go back."
Dou Shangshu turned to look at her: "Princess, can my son truly not return to the capital? What is the meaning of this?
"It's useless to shout here. The current Supervisor of the Immortal Supervision Bureau, Wang Mingchang, was a student of his in his youth. Lord Wang had a difficult old age and a strange temper. Back then, he dared to lead the common people under his rule in resisting tribute, and after returning to court, he disliked everyone, even His Majesty feared him by three points."
"I know Wang Mingchang's temper, but so what?"
Zhao Yunyue glanced at him: "Three days ago, when Wang Mingchang returned to the capital to report, he immediately wrote a poem: 'A majestic figure, righteous spirit remains, sacrificing life to guard the nation's gates. With the common people in heart, he unleashes ten thousand swords, worthy of being honored in history for generations.'"
Dou Shangshu was stunned: "What does the Princess mean?"
"Just to tell you, that poem was written for Ji You."
Meanwhile, countless people in Tianshu Academy looked towards the mountain gate.
Because they had also witnessed that previous sword strike.
And in Tianshu Academy, a place that has always revered pure Dao cultivation, there was only one person with such formidable Sword Qi.
As expected, not long after, they saw a group of people stepping onto the Nishan Sacred Path, among whom the white-clad man's hands hung low, his Sword Intent not yet fully dissipated.
And on the mountain path within the vast forest, countless Inner Courtyard Disciples also looked towards the Ascension White Jade Platform.
Among them, He Lingxiu stood at the very front, with Xiao Hanyan and Shi Junhao behind her.
The Inner Courtyard Disciples had already learned most of the details of the journey from the firsthand accounts of Xiao Hanyan and Shi Junhao.
At this moment, seeing the figure of the Forty-Nine Mountain Layers from the story, his turbulent mood of the past few days seemed to settle instantly.
“Slaying the Soldier King with a sword, this should be his limit, right?”
“It should be his limit.”
In fact, after the news from the Snow Region reached Tianshu Academy, everyone found it hard to believe the combat power Ji You displayed.
But after much thought, they realized that whether it was the Autumn Tournament or the night of the “bandit suppression” on Night City Mountain, although Ji You won both, it didn’t mean that was his limit.
Because in those two famous battles, Ji You was not injured.
In other words, neither the second son of the Chu family, who had inherited the Huantian Technique, nor the Rongdao Realm Villa Master of Sunrise Villa, had ever pushed him to his limit.
It wasn't until the Barbarian Soldier King's punch that everyone knew where Ji You's limit lay.
At this moment, Ji You, who had stepped out of the mountain gate, was stopped by a Master's Courtyard Disciple: “Ji (Junior Brother Ji), you have a letter.”
“?”
The Master's Courtyard Disciple handed a letter to Ji You: “It was mailed from Dan Sect, it’s been two days, I’ve been holding onto it for you.”
Ji You thanked him, then opened the letter to read.
This was Yuan Caiwei’s reply, and at a glance, a line of delicate handwriting appeared on the paper.
“Young Master, you don’t need to be so polite about the Medicinal Pill matter. When you saved Caiwei’s life in Qi Ridge, no amount of Medicinal Pills could repay it. Although staying up late to refine medicine is tiring, Caiwei is willing.”
“I heard that Young Master’s arm injury was due to damaged Meridians. If the Medicinal Pills in the medicine box are ineffective, then you can only recuperate slowly.”
“In addition, Tianshu Academy has ordered a batch of Medicinal Pills from my Dan Sect, which will be escorted by Yuan Chen and me. Although the date has not yet been confirmed, I think we will have a chance to meet before spring.”
“During this time, I will look for more medical books to see if there are other treatments.”
“Also, ever since you went on an envoy mission to the Yao Race, Yuan Chen has been constantly calling you ‘Brother-in-law’ every day, worried about your safety. If Young Master replies, please comfort Yuan Chen more.”
Ji You’s feelings for Yuan Caiwei were beyond that of a Fellow Daoist.
However, Yuan Caiwei’s letters always had a strong offensive, often mentioning the words “Brother-in-law” through Yuan Chen’s tone.
This was actually similar to Kuang Cheng’s mindset when writing to Wei Rui in Ji Village, from Miss Wei, Ruier, to finally Miss Ruier.
And Yuan Caiwei’s use of “Yuan Chen’s Brother-in-law” was because she felt the Young Master was too distant, and calling him “Ji Lang” felt too forward, so she used Yuan Chen as a tool.
At this moment, Ji You recalled the little Master Jian of Lingjian Mountain’s address for him: “Ah, that stranger whom I’ve only met once.”
Thinking of this, Ji You frowned slightly, then looked at the Master's Courtyard Disciple: “Anything else?”
The Master's Courtyard Disciple shook his head: “No more.”
“Impossible.”
“Exactly,” Bai Rulong stepped forward, “My Brother Ji has many fiancées!”
Wen Zhengxin glanced at him: “Ru Long, you also have a lot of silver.”
Bai Rulong: “..—”
The Master's Courtyard Disciple searched again upon hearing this, but finally shook his head: “There’s really only this one letter.”
Ji You immediately felt a bit puzzled, thinking, did the little Master Jian not reply?
Although the distance between Tianshu Academy and Lingjian Mountain is much greater than that between Tianshu Academy and Dan Sect, five days should have been enough for a reply. Could it be that she’s waiting in Void Mountain for me to receive the letter? Ji You put away the letter and looked at the Wudao Field: “I’m going to Wudao.”
“?”
Bai Rulong opened his mouth: “You don’t need to be that diligent, do you?”
Wen Zhengxin now crossed his arms: “Perhaps this trip as an envoy to the Yao Race truly made Junior Brother feel the disparity in strength, which is why he’s so eager to cultivate.”
Cao Jinsong couldn't help but lightly stroke his beard: “As expected of my Rebellious Disciple.”
On this trip from Feng Province to Shengjing City, Ji You would ask Cao Jinsong every now and then if he had already received two months’ worth of monthly salary, which made Cao Jinsong call him a Rebellious Disciple all the way.
But for such a Rebellious Disciple to be so diligent, it was indeed gratifying for him as an Instructor.
Meanwhile, Fang Jincheng, Lu Hanyan, and Puyang Xing, along with many Outer Courtyard Disciples, were breaking through in the Wudao Field.
At this moment, they suddenly saw a burst of bright Celestial Light, resonating in all directions, with endless Mystic Light falling from the sky, making them think they had comprehended the Celestial Book.
Especially Fang Jincheng, who was practically ecstatic.
But when he saw Ji You sitting cross-legged behind him, with waves of Mystic Light surrounding him, his smile instantly froze on his Face.
No one in Tianshu Academy this year could sense the Celestial Book, and now seeing him sit here so easily, attracting vast Immortal Light, the contrast almost caused his Dao Heart to collapse.
So easy?
He Lingxiu stood on the mountain path, watching this scene, her brows slightly furrowed.
The resource allocation between the Inner Courtyard and Outer Courtyard was unequal. For instance, in terms of Wudao, the Wudao Field was far inferior to the Purple Bamboo Zen Forest.
Yet, even when she sensed the Celestial Book in the Purple Bamboo Zen Forest, it was barely at this speed.
He Lingxiu pondered for a long time, only able to sigh at his truly remarkable talent.
Lu Hanyan, on the other hand, was more concerned with the timing of the Celestial Light’s descent.
Because she was close and was the first to turn her head, if she hadn’t misjudged, the Celestial Light in the sky had already begun to gather before Ji You even sat down.
This feeling wasn’t like he was sensing the Celestial Book; instead, it was more like the Celestial Book was eagerly awaiting his arrival to sense it.
This reminded her of what he had said on the day of their admission as new students: “It is the Celestial Book that senses me, not I who senses the Celestial Book.”
Although this statement was later spread, many Senior Brothers in the Inner Courtyard laughed, saying that the Celestial Book and cultivators naturally sense each other, and that Ji You was merely playing with words. However, seeing this scene, Lu Hanyan still felt that what Senior Brother Ji said was true.
At this moment, Ji You’s Divine Thought, after flying through a series of caves, finally returned to Void Mountain after two months.
Just as when he left, Void Mountain showed no changes, but the Fairy with snow-white jade feet was also absent, and the entire Void Mountain was empty.
“Hmm?”
“No letter, and not in Void Mountain—?”
“Did she encounter a Bottleneck in breaking through?”
Cao Jinsong had already returned to his courtyard and met Liu Jianan, who had come to visit.
On the day of the winter solstice, Liu Jianan had brought gifts but didn't meet Old Cao. Now, hearing that he had returned to the courtyard, he specially prepared another generous gift, making Cao Jinsong exclaim “beloved Disciple.”
Subsequently, Xiang Fu and Cong Yi, the two Feng Province students, also arrived one after another.
Liu Jianan presented a jar of excellent Spiritual Wine, Xiang Fu gave a small ornament carved from a Spirit Stone, and Cong Yi brought a calligraphy and painting, which was said to be a Magical Artifact with no significant function, but gazing at it could calm the Dao Heart.
Cao Jinsong called them “beloved Disciple” one after another, but his smile didn't last long before it froze on his Face.
The three paused slightly, looking towards the door, and saw Ji You gracefully walking into the courtyard in white robes.
Uh, the Rebellious Disciple is here.
Cao Jinsong watched him step forward and sit down in front of him: “Didn’t you go to cultivate?”
Ji You looked at the items on the table that hadn't been put away yet: “Why did you prepare so many gifts for me?”
“Silence, Rebellious Disciple, don’t talk nonsense!”
“What’s the use of this calligraphy and painting?”
Cong Yi looked at Ji You, biting her thin lip: “Replying to Senior Brother, this calligraphy and painting is a Magical Artifact. It doesn’t have much practical use, but looking at it regularly can calm the mind and Qi.”
Cao Jinsong was very nervous: “Why are you suddenly interested in calligraphy and painting? You don’t understand it. Why did your cultivation end so quickly?”
Ji You looked up upon hearing this: “I’ve thought about it, this matter isn’t urgent.”
“Actually, after I came back, I also thought about it. Your cultivation really shouldn’t be too rushed. At least for this period, I don’t recommend you continue to cultivate diligently.”
“Hmm?”
Cao Jinsong stroked his long beard: “You should have already heard about the Heavenly Dao Conference held every five years.”
Ji You nodded after hearing this.
He had indeed heard people discussing this matter in the Wudao Field just now.
The Heavenly Dao Conference is the most prestigious cultivation event in the Qingyun World, held once every five years, and the Seven Great Immortal Sects and the Worldly Families of the Nine Provinces flock to it every year.
Senior Sister Wen and Senior Brother Ban both planned to attend, and those in the Inner Courtyard probably wouldn't miss this opportunity either.
However, Ji You didn't pay too much attention to it, because he wasn't the type of cultivator who would sit in seclusion in the mountains, cultivating with a clear mind and few desires, passing days like years.
For him, the Heavenly Dao Conference was still a long time away.
However, what Cao Jinsong was considering was his cultivation level: “This is the fourth year. After the New Year, it will be the fifth year, and you can participate. In the Tong Xuan Realm, no one should be able to defeat you, but if you break into the Rongdao Realm, there will be some risks. So no matter how fast or slow your cultivation speed is, you should suppress it for a year.”
Cao Jinsong said: “The winner of the Heavenly Dao Conference can cultivate in the place where the Human Race’s ancient sages once comprehended the Dao. That is the place closest to the Heavenly Dao, where one year is equivalent to ten years of effort, and this is still a modest statement.”
Ji You played with the calligraphy and painting in his hand: “Where is this ancient sages’ Wudao Field?”
“It’s at the junction of Central Province and Feng Province. When we sailed south from Changning Crossing, we passed a waterfall. It’s probably to the west of that location. However, because the ancient sages’ Wudao Field was sealed by the Human Race’s ancient sages after the Great Ancient War, it’s rarely seen.”
“Such a Holy Land for cultivation, by rights, should have been divided up. Why was it sealed?”
“Because the power of the Sacred Artifact descended by the Heavenly Dao at that time was too immense, almost causing that part of the world to collapse. It was sealed to prevent it from affecting the safety of the Qingyun World. However, the world has its own ability to repair itself, but it requires five years of Dao Principle circulation, which is why the Heavenly Dao Conference is held once every five years.”
Ji You understood: “So Instructor hopes that I maintain the Tong Xuan Realm until after participating in the Heavenly Dao Conference.”
Cao Jinsong nodded: “Precisely. Because if you participate with Tong Xuan Realm cultivation, you can say it’s a sure thing. But if you reach the initial stage of Rongdao, facing those in the advanced stage of Rongdao, there will be some risks.”
“But I still plan to seize the time to enter the Rongdao Realm.”
“Why?”
Ji You reached for the Spirit Stone ornament: “A large number of cultivators are needed for reclamation and spring plowing. I’m afraid there might be some unexpected events. Cultivation is especially important to me, even more so than the Holy Land. And even if I reach Rongdao, I may not be without a chance.”
Cao Jinsong placed his fist on the table: “Actually, it doesn’t even need a year. Although the date of the Heavenly Dao Conference hasn’t been confirmed, according to custom, half a year is enough.”
“Half a year, enough for many things to happen to me.”
“This—”
Cao Jinsong paused after hearing this, thinking that it was indeed true.
Other cultivators, backed by Worldly Families, could cultivate without distractions, but Ji You, without such a background, would always encounter various troubles.
Half a year, for someone cultivating in seclusion, was indeed not long, but it was enough for him to cause a lot of trouble.
Cao Jinsong looked up and saw Ji You reaching for the jar of Spiritual Wine, his expression instantly furrowing: “Leave one for me!”
Ji You smacked his lips and withdrew his hand: “I was just looking.”
Cao Jinsong hugged the wine jar to his chest: “You are now in the Inner Courtyard, and I don’t have much advice to give you. Since you’ve already decided, I won’t waste any more words.”
As his voice fell, the Master's Courtyard Disciple who had delivered the letter at the door appeared again: “Ji (Junior Brother Ji), the Master's Courtyard requests your presence.”
Ji You turned to look at him, then stood up: “What a coincidence, I also have something to talk to them about—”
“Oh, by the way, Ji (Junior Brother Ji), I have another letter for you here.”
“Didn’t you just say there wasn’t any?”
“It just arrived.”
Ji You reached out and took the letter handed to him by the Master's Courtyard Disciple, lowering his head to glance at it.
【Nanhua City — Ding Wanqiu】
(Lao Cuo has no poetic talent, and Wang Changming’s line was AI-generated doggerel. Everyone just needs to understand the meaning, please don’t criticize me. Also, this is to make up for the word count owed yesterday, please vote for monthly tickets.)
