Ch.41: At the Paradise Manor; Questions of Xianle 3
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That boy didn’t seem to know who the ‘White No-Face’ was, and only watched Xie Lian
with a blank expression. Xie Lian couldn’t tell whether if the boy didn’t understand or
couldn’t understand, but he suddenly shouted, “AH!” Turns out it was Xie Lian who
grabbed onto his shoulders and unconsciously gripped them too tight. It wasn’t until he
shouted that Xie Lian came to, and hurriedly released his hands. “I’m sorry.”
Hua Cheng spoke up in a low voice, “You’re tired. Go rest.”
As soon as he said those words, a small door on the side walls of the hall opened, and
two dainty girls entered to take away the boy. He looked back at Xie Lian as he was led
away. Xie Lian told him, “Don’t worry. I’ll go find you again in a bit.”
After the boy was taken away, Hua Cheng turned to Xie Lian, “Sit down and relax, and
don’t see him for now. If you have any questions for him I have my ways of prying open
his lips.”
‘Prying open his lips’ sounded rather horrifying, and Xie Lian replied, “No, that’s alright.
If he couldn’t say anything then let it go. We’ll take this slow.”
Hua Cheng sat down next to Xie Lian, “What are your plans for the boy?”
Xie Lian, looking exhausted, gave the question some thought, “I think, I’ll keep him by
my side, and bring him along with me first.”
“He’s a ghost, not a human.” Hua Cheng said, “Why don’t you leave him here in the
Ghost City? I’ve no trouble feeding another mouth.”
Xie Lian watched him, and said earnestly, “San Lang, truly, thank you. But…” He sighed,
“I want to bring him along not just for raising him.”
The Ghost City certainly belonged to Hua Cheng; if he was willing to protect the boy,
then no one could harm him and he wouldn’t go hungry. But other than that, the most
important thing for the boy was more so guidance, to help him organize his mind and
speech, and return him to normal. The Ghost City is a bustling place, chaotic and wild,
not ideal for counseling. Other than himself, Xie Lian couldn’t think of anyone else who
would have the patience to undertake that task.
Xie Lian replied slowly, “I’m already immensely grateful that you found him for me. I
can’t trouble you further with the aftermath.”
Hua Cheng appeared to disagree, but didn’t push any more. He said plainly, “It’s really
no trouble. When you’re here, if you need anything just let me know; and you’re free to
go wherever you want.’
Suddenly, Xie Lian noticed the scimitar on Hua Cheng’s waist had changed all of a
sudden.
Xie Lian looked down and his curiosity was instantly piqued. Turns out, on the hilt of that
scimitar had a silver eye crafted upon it. The patterns of the eye was formed by a few
rough silver strokes, but although simple, it looked mythical as if alive. He didn’t see it at
first because the eye was closed into a thin line, but just then, the eye fluttered open
and revealed a crimson gem-like eyeball, and within the socket it twirled once.
Hua Cheng noticed it too, and spoke up solemnly, “Gege, I need to leave for a bit. I’ll be
right back.
“An alarm?” Xie Lian asked. Could it be that Lord Wind Master and Qian Qiu showed
their true selves here in the Ghost City? Xie Lian rose too, “I’ll come with you.”
Hua Cheng gently pushed him back down, “Don’t worry, it’s not His Highness Tai Hua.
It’s just some useless trash that shows up every month. You don’t have to go.”
Since Hua Cheng made it this clear, Xie Lian couldn’t keep insisting on going along.
Hua Cheng turned and left the main hall, waving as he walked away. The beaded
curtain parted automatically as he approached, and after he exited, the beaded curtain
let itself down, clacking, its sound crisp and clear.
Xie Lian relaxed a bit on the black jaded divan and thought about the bandaged boy.
Recalling that he was scared of strangers and emotionally unstable, Xie Lian couldn’t sit
still and rose again, determined to go and see the boy. He passed through the small
door the girls had left from and came to a small garden. The garden was the colour of
vermillion, and cutting through it was a small path, empty of life, and Xie Lian was still
wondering which way he should go when suddenly a black shadow flashed by.
It was the silhouette of that XiaXianYue Officer.
Xie Lian recalled the cursed shackle on his wrist and it’s been on his mind. He was
about to call out to the other when that silhouette disappeared. The way he behaved
was like he was afraid to be discovered, so Xie Lian closed his mouth, and soundlessly
followed him.
Turning to the corner of a building where the officer disappeared, Xie Lian fixed himself
to the wall and stealthily looked around. That youth moved swiftly and was constantly on
the lookout around him, extremely cautious and indeed afraid to be found. That
XiaXianYue Officer is is one of San Lang’s subordinates, and working under him in his
territory, so why the sneaking around?
The more Xie Lian thought, the more he was suspicious that the officer possessed
malintent, so he hid himself and followed. The masked officer made a number of turns
through the hallways, and Xie Lian followed closely within fifty steps behind, holding his
breath and watching closely. Finally, they rounded a corner and came to a long hallway,
and at the end of the hallway was a set of large, beautifully decorated door.
Still following behind, Xie Lian thought, ‘If he turns around now there won’t be anywhere
to hide.’ But just as the thought crossed his mind, the XiaXianYue Officer stopped and
turned his head.
The moment he stopped Xie Lian was alert and extended his arm in a hurry. RuoYe flew
out and wrapped itself around the wooden beam overhead, pulling Xie Lian up to the
ceiling, and he clung onto the beam.
The officer didn’t see anyone behind him and didn’t think to look up, so he turned
around again and continued in his path. Xie Lian on the other hand, didn’t dare to let
himself down so soon and stayed put on the ceiling, silently inching forward. He thought
he rather resembled a gecko. Good thing the other didn’t go far, and stopped before that
set of doors. Xie Lian stopped too to observe.
In front of this door there was a statue of a woman, wile and beautiful, but of course
from Xie Lian`s angle he only saw a circular head and a shallow, round jaded plate in
her hands. The masked youth didn’t move from where he stood and didn’t move to open
the door. Instead, he turned to the woman statue and raised a hand, tossing something
into the jaded plate. The clacking sound was crisp and Xie Lian saw, ‘dice?’ he thought
to himself.
It was a sound that he’d heard too many times earlier, and not one he’d forget in a long
time. It was the sound of dice hitting the bottom of a gambling cup. Just as he
suspected, when the masked youth removed his hand and Xie Lian looked, it was
indeed two dice in the jaded plate, both revealing six red dots.
After tossing dice, the masked youth removed them from the plate and put them away
before opening the door. The door wasn’t even locked. When he entered through the
doors and closed them behind him, Xie Lian didn’t hear any sounds of locks activating
either. After waiting a moment, Xie Lian gently lowered himself to the ground like a
piece of paper, and crossed his arms to examine the set of doors.
Technically, this building didn’t seem that big, and whatever that XiaXianYue Officer was
doing inside should make noise. Yet, after he closed the doors behind him, there was no
more sounds coming from within. Xie Lian contemplated and raised a hand to push.
As he suspected, after pushing open the door, there was nothing and no one inside,
only a small table and two chairs. It appeared to be only a normal and luxurious
bedchamber. By the looks of this setup, there was no possibility of there being a hidden
path.
Xie Lian closed the door and looked to the woman statue, and moved his gaze to the
jaded plate in her hands. No doubt the mechanism lay in that jaded plate and the dice.
‘So the building is still locked,’ Xie Lian thought, ‘Just not with physical locks but with
magical locks. To open this lock there needs to be a key or a password. The dice must
roll two sixes in order to see the real interior behind the doors.’
But, for Xie Lian to throw out two sixes right then and there, was something that would
never happen in this world. He could only watch the door and sigh. He paced in front of
the doors, his eyes glued on them, but still turned around to leave in the end. After
walking for a bit, he stopped abruptly. From the other end of the path came a tall,
red-clad figure, a slender and long silver scimitar hung from the waist. It was Hua
Cheng.
He walked over with his arms crossed, “Gege, I’ve been looking for you.”
He looked exactly as he did when he left, only the scimitar on his waist was out of its
scabbard, clattering against him along with the scabbard, clanking as he walked,
painting a picture of arrogance. That silver eye on the hilt of E-Ming was closed. Xie
Lian steadied himself and said, “I was going to go see that child, but your house is too
big and I got lost.”
Xie Lian was originally going to tell Hua Cheng about what had just happened, but when
the words came to his lips, they turned around and he swallowed them.
Xie Lian hadn’t forgotten the goal of this visit to the Ghost City was to investigate the
missing heavenly official. Any signs of fishiness couldn’t be ignored, thus, he decided
not to ring alarm and see if he could go through those doors first. If Hua Cheng had
nothing to do with it, then Xie Lian would report his suspicious subordinate at once, but
if Hua Cheng was involved…
Xie Lian was deep in thought but Hua Cheng took no notice and spoke as he led Xie
Lian back to the main hall, “If you wanted to see that boy, I can send for someone to
bring him to you, and you’d only need to wait at the Paradise Hall.”
It was probably because he was hiding something, when Xie Lian heard Hua Cheng’s
tone of voice, he couldn’t help but become more docile, “You finished your business that
fast?”
Hua Cheng snorted, his lips curling in disdain, “It’s finished. It was just another band of
useless trash embarrassing themselves, that’s all.”
Hearing him say ‘useless trash’, tone familiar, Xie Lian guessed, “Was it the Green
Ghost Qi Rong?”
Hua Cheng smiled, “That’s right. Didn’t I tell you, many have their eyes on this place of
mine. Qi Rong had wanted the Ghost City for himself for years now, but the most he
could do was want and burn with envy, so every so often he’d send some equally
useless underlings to stir up trouble. Nothing worth mentioning. Actually, I have a place I
want to show gege, but I don’t know if gege would grant me the pleasure?”
“Of course.” Xie Lian replied happily.
Traversing through the long hallways, Hua Cheng led Xie Lian to another large hall.
The doors of the hall seemed to be made of steel with violent beasts carved upon them,
horrible and terrifying. The moment Hua Cheng approached the beasts parted ways and
opened the doors. A blast of killing intent blew at Xie Lian before he even stepped foot
into the hall, and he tensed, veins popping on his hands, prepared to face anything.
However, after seeing clearly what was inside the hall, he blinked. His defenses melted
away in an instant, and his legs moved on their own, bringing him into the hall.
Within the hall, all manners of weapons were hung on all four walls. There were
scimitars, swords, spears, shields, whips, axes… it was an armoury!
Anyone, as long as they’re a man, when situated in an armoury such as this,
surrounded by all kinds of weaponry, would feel as if they were in heaven, and their
blood boil with excitement. Xie Lian was no exception; his eyes were widened and his
face lit. The last time he had shown such excitement was in Jun Wu’s armoury.
Although his face remained schooled, his heart was already battering in his chest, and
his speech stammered, “May… may I touch?”
Hua Cheng smiled, “As you like.”
Xie Lian’s hands instantly flew out to feel the many treasures hung on the walls,
caressing them as if drunken, “These… All of these are masterpieces! This sword is
splendid, it must be a sight to behold on the battlefield! This one too! Wait, and that
sabre…”
Hua Cheng was leaning on the wall near the door, watching Xie Lian’s face go red with
thrill and obsession, “Gege, what do you think?”
Xie Lian was examining each piece so intently he was reluctant to turn his head around.
“What do I think, what?”
“Do you like it?” Hua Cheng asked.
“I do!” Xie Lian replied.
“Do you really like it?” Hua Cheng asked again.
“I really do!” Xie Lian exclaimed.
Hua Cheng seemed to have snickered but Xie Lian didn’t notice. His heart was busy
racing as he unsheathed a shimmering four feet verdant blade, marveling as he did so.
“Are any of them good enough for you?” Hua Cheng spoke up again.
Xie Lian’s entire face was bright and glowing, unable to stop his marveling, “Good!
Good! They’re all good!”
“Originally I was thinking gege didn’t have any useful weapons on hand, so if there was
anything here good enough, you can just pick something for yourself,” Hua Cheng said,
“But since gege likes them all, I’ll give them all to you.”
“No, no, no, there’s no need.” Xie Lian said hurriedly, “I have no use for any handy
weapons anyway.”
“Really?” Hua Cheng said, “But it’s obvious gege really likes swords?”
“Liking doesn’t mean I have to own it,” Xie Lian said, “I haven’t used one in years. Just
looking makes me happy. Besides, I’d have nowhere to put them if you give them all to
me.”
“That’s easy to solve.” Hua Cheng replied, “I’ll give this entire armoury to you.”
Xie Lian took that as a joke and grinned, “There’s no way I can take away a room this
big.”
“No need to take it away,” Hua Cheng said, “I’ll give you the property too. Just come
visit when you’re free.”
“No, it’s ok.” XIe Lian said, “An armoury requires constant maintenance. I’d hate to see
the weapons suffer.”
Xie Lian placed the sword carefully back onto its hold, and said nostalgically, “Once
upon a time I owned an armoury like this too, but it was burnt down. All of these
weapons are precious devices to be desired, you have to cherish them, San Lang.”
“That’s easy too,” Hua Cheng said, “If I’m free I can help gege maintain the armoury.”
Xie Lian laughed, “Well I certainly don’t have the face to ask My Lord the Ghost King to
do chores for me.”
Suddenly, Xie Lian remembered Jun Wu’s warning right before he left for the mission:
“The wicked scimitar E-Ming is a cursed blade of misfortune. A weapon of such evil can
only be forged by an exceedingly cruel sacrifice and a bloody will. Do not touch it, and
do not let it touch you, lest the consequences be unimaginable.”
Xie Lian contemplated but still decided to ask in the end, “But San Lang, all of these
weapons don’t even come close to your scimitar E-Ming, right?”
Hua Cheng cocked his left brow, “Oh? Has gege heard of my scimitar too?”
“Only some hearsays.” Xie Lian replied.
Hua Cheng snickered, “I bet they’re not nice hearsays. Did someone tell you that my
scimitar was forged by an evil, bloody ritual? That I sacrificed live humans?”
Sharp as always. Xie Lian responded, “Not too horrible. Everyone has their own bad
rumours, but not everyone would believe them. Don’t know if I might have the honour of
seeing the legendary scimitar E-Ming?”
“You’ve actually already seen it, gege.” Hua Cheng said.
He took a few steps closer to Xie Lian and said in a low voice, “Look, gege, this is
E-Ming.”
The eye upon the scimitar hung at his waist twirled in Xie Lian’s direction. It might be
Xie Lian’s imagination but he thought that silver eye started squinting into a crescent
shape.
Ch.42: Borrowing the Underpath; Night Crawl in Paradise Manor
Xie Lian bent down slightly and greeted, “Hello there.”
Hearing the greeting, that eye squinted harder, turning itself into a full crescent shape,
as if smiling. The large eye spun left and right, extremely lively, as if it wasn’t just a
pattern carved onto a scimitar hilt, but a real live eye born of human. Hua Cheng’s lips
lifted upwards, “Gege, it likes you.”
Xie Lian raised his head, “Really?”
Hua Cheng raised his brows, “Really. If it didn’t it’d be too lazy to even blink open. In
fact, there are very few that E-Ming actually likes.”
Hearing this, Xie Lian felt at peace, and said warmly to E-Ming, “Well, thank you.” He
then turned to Hua Cheng, “I rather like it too.”
At his words, that eye blinked madly, and started shaking while still hung around Hua
Cheng’s waist. He reprimanded it, “No.”
“What, ‘no’?” Xie Lian asked.
“No.” Hua Cheng reiterated.
E-Ming shook harder, looking desperate to be freed from the scabbard. Xie Lian asked
curiously, “Are you telling it ‘no’?”
“Yea.” Hua Cheng explained in a serious tone, “It wants you to pet it but I’m telling it no.”
Xie Lian grinned, “Well what’s wrong with that?” And stretched out a hand. E-Ming
widened its eye looking at him expectantly. Xie Lian was going to pet the eyeball, but
thought it’d be poking the eye and hurting it, so he lowered his hand and stroked lightly
along the curve of the hilt. The eye had squinted itself into a full crescent line, and
quivered.
Xie Lian thought it incredibly intriguing, the more he stroked the scimitar. Xie Lian
himself was the type animals liked; when he’d pet those furry dogs and cats, they’d get
comfortable and often throw themselves into his embrace. Who knew that he’d be
petting a cold, silver scimitar – that legendary scimitar no less! - like he would a puppy!
How is it a ‘bloody cursed blade of misfortune’?
Xie Lian didn’t believe it before, but after seeing with his own eyes, he threw away the
awful hearsays to the back burner, into the ‘not believable’ pile of trash. An evil, bloody
ritual would not forge a spirit this clever and cute.
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The two spent a copious amount of time discussing and critiquing various swords and
blades in detail, and Xie Lian exited the armoury in high spirits after, grabbing hold of
Hua Cheng’s hands to return to Paradise Hall.
That boy had also been brought in after washing up and dressed in clean bandages.
Although his face was still wholly covered, he looked new and refreshed. Looking at him
anew, the boy was slender and delicate, and should have been a seedling with infinite
possibilities, but alas the him now was one with his shoulders slumped and waist bent, a
shrivelled form who couldn’t meet anyone’s eyes. Xie Lian couldn’t help but feel
heartbroken for him.
He pulled the boy to sit, “The last few words Xiao Ying said had the intention of having
me take care of you, and I technically agreed to it. But nevertheless, I still have to ask
for your opinion on it. Would you be interested in following me in cultivation from now
on?”
The boy watched him blankly, as if afraid to believe the words he was hearing, that
someone was actually willing to take him in and cultivate. Xie Lian continued, “I can’t
say the conditions at my place are good, but I can still promise you won’t need to hide
any longer, and won’t need to steal for food or get beaten.”
When he spoke, Xie Lian didn’t notice that next to him, Hua Cheng’s eyes were
narrowed, watching the boy with a cold, judging look.
Xie Lian continued warmly, “If you can’t remember your own name, then why don’t we
come up with a new one?”
The boy thought about it and said, “Ying.”
Xie Lian supposed that the name was to commemorate Xiao Ying and nodded, “Good.
That’s a good name. You’re of the kingdom of YongAn, and YongAn’s national surname
is Lang, so why don’t you use that as your new name and call yourself Lang Ying?”
The boy finally nodded. Xie Lian took that as the boy’s acceptance in following after
him.
The banquet began. It’s a small feast Hua Cheng prepared for Xie Lian, but by its setup,
it’s of a size that could very well host over ten people. Innumerous women had in their
hands a jaded plate, and upon the plates were various kinds of delightful refreshments,
delicate dishes, fresh fruits, and goodies. Their offerings were endless, and their steps
were dainty and light as they walked along the sides of the main hall in a line, each
presenting their jaded plate as they approached the black jaded divan. Lang Ying only
watched but didn’t dare to reach out, and it wasn’t until Xie Lian pushed a few of the
plates toward him before he slowly grabbed a few items to eat.
Watching him, another scene flashed in Xie Lian’s mind. It was also another boy whose
face was wrapped in bandages, dirty and unkempt, kneeling on the floor with a plate of
offerings, his head bowed low as he stuffed his face in secret.
Just then, a sashaying lady in purple silk approached, offering a carafe of wine. Hua
Cheng reached out and poured Xie Lian a glass, “Won’t you have one?”
Xie Lian had a bunch of things on mind and wasn’t paying attention, so he carelessly
accepted the glass and drank. It wasn’t til the liquid entered his mouth that he realized it
was alcohol, and moved his gaze back. But this turn made him see what was behind
Hua Cheng’s back. The lady who offered the wine winked at him.
Xie Lian spat on the spot: “PFFFFffttt”
Good thing he already swallowed that sip of wine and nothing came splattering out of
his mouth. He only choked, coughing nonstop. Lang Ying took fright and almost
dropped the cake in his hand. Xie Lian soothed as he coughed, “It’s nothing. It’s
nothing.”
Hua Cheng gently patted his back, “What’s wrong? Is the wine not to your liking?”
Xie Lian hurriedly explained himself, “Oh no! It’s very good. I just suddenly remembered
that my cultivation method forbids alcohol.”
“Oh?” Hua Cheng said, “Then this is my fault for not being considerate, and made gege
break his vow.”
“It’s not your fault,” Xie Lian said, “I’d just forgotten.”
Xie Lian rubbed his forehead, turned around and stealthily glimpsed towards the centre
of the main hall.
That lady who offered wine had her back to him as she sashayed away to the doors, her
figure sensual and seductive. Hua Cheng was only minding his own business or
focused on Xie Lian completely, and had no eye for those beautiful women, and
therefore naturally did not care to see their faces. But the face Xie Lian saw was clear.
That lady who offered wine was none other than the Wind Master Qing Xuan ! ! !
The Lord Wind Master had snuck into Paradise Manor disguised as a woman… that
wink gave Xie Lian quite the shock, and thought ‘you best give me more booze to
swallow this down’. Unaware, Hua Cheng said conversationally, “I had always thought
cultivation was simply for living a carefree, hedonistic life. If you must forbid this and
that, then what’s the point? What do you think?”
Xie Lian steadied himself swiftly, and casually conversed back, “That depends on the
path you choose. Some sects don’t mind earthly pleasures, but my chosen path of
cultivation had always forbidden drinking and promiscuity. Alcohol can be overlooked
once in a while, but abstinence is absolute.”
When he said the word “abstinence”, Hua Cheng cocked his right brow, and displayed
an unreadable expression of either displeasure or annoyance.
Xie Lian continued, “Actually, it also forbids hatred. A gambling hall involves extreme joy
and anguish, and can easily produce hatred, so it should be a place to be avoided. But
if one is sure to maintain peace at heart, unmoved by wins and losses, then avoidance
isn’t technically necessary.”
Hearing this, Hua Cheng laughed out loud, “No wonder gege had the pleasure of
entering the Gambler’s Den.”
Going around in circles, Xie Lian finally brought the subject of the conversation naturally
to ‘gambling’, and said, “Speaking of which, San Lang your gambling techniques are
amazing to behold.”
Hua Cheng chuckled, “It’s just good luck, nothing else.”
“…”
Hearing this, Xie Lian compared himself, and felt rather woeful. He cleared his throat
softly, “Well, look at me…” He waved his hand and didn’t finish. “I’m really curious; is
there really a technique to rolling dice?”
If there wasn’t, then Hua Cheng couldn’t just call the numbers as he wanted back at the
Gambler’s Den, and that XiaXuanYue Officer couldn’t have so easily tossed out two
sixes. Hua Cheng smiled, “Naturally, there is a secret technique, but it’s not something
that’s learned in a day.”
Xie Lian had expected that answer. He wasn’t hopeful with that question anyway and
was trying to come up with other ideas when Hua Cheng continued, “However, I can tell
you of a faster way. I promise gege would be able to succeed as you will, and win every
round.”
“What way?” Xie Lian asked.
Hua Cheng raised his right hand. It was the very same right hand with a red string tied
on the third finger. The red string was tied into a small bow on the back of the hand,
bright and vivid. He extended the hand and beckoned Xie Lian, “Give me your hand.”
Xie Lian didn’t know what it was for, but since Hua Cheng asked for his hand, he gave it
to him. Hua Cheng squeezed his hand and held it for a bit, smiling before he turned his
hand over and tossed two dice in his palm. “Try it now.”
He chanted mentally for sixes, and rolled the dice. Rattling to a stop, the dice indeed
revealed two red sixes.
“What trick is this?” Xie Lian asked curiously.
“No trick.” Hua Cheng replied, “I’d only just lent you some luck.”
“So luck is like spiritual power and can be borrowed.” Xie Lian said in wonder.
Hua Cheng laughed, “Of course. Next time if gege is going to make bets with anyone,
come see me. I’ll lend you as much luck as you want. I promise your opponent will
suffer a loss so great he won’t be able to return in a hundred years.”
The two played around for many rounds and Xie Lian confirmed for himself that it was
indeed so before he stopped to say he was tired. Hua Cheng got up immediately, had
someone take Lang Ying to settle, before personally escorting Xie Lian to the guest
chamber.
Watching as his silhouette disappeared down the hall, Xie Lian closed the door, sat by
the table and used a hand to cover his forehead, supporting his lowered head. The
more thoughtful Hua Cheng was, the more guilty Xie Lian felt. ‘There is really nothing to
criticize about the way San Lang treats me. Hopefully this business has nothing to do
with him, and once the truth comes out I’ll explain everything and apologize.’ Xie Lian
thought.
He had only sat for a moment when he heard someone calling him from outside the
door with a small voice, “Your Highness… Your Highness…”
Recognizing the voice, Xie Lian immediately rose to open the door, and the person just
outside leapt in. It was indeed Shi Qing Xuan in her female form.
She was still in the ghost lady’s get up, a light silk dress, her waist wrapped tight and
dainty. The moment she leapt in, she rolled onto the ground in a heap and transformed
back to a man, hand on his chest: “I can’t breathe! I CAN’T BREATHE! My god, I’m
going to be choked to death by this thing!”
Xie Lian closed the door behind him and when he turned around what he saw was a full
grown man in a wicked purple silk dress, lying on the ground madly ripping at his chest
and waist bindings. Xie Lian couldn’t look and covered his eyes, “Lord Wind Master…
Lord Wind Master! Can you not just change back to your cultivation robes?”
“Am I dumb?” Shi Qing Xuan replied, “Walking around in the dark in a conspicuous
white robe, I’d be a target!”
‘But… in your current get up, on some level, you’re more of a target…’ Xie Lian thought.
Xie Lian crouched down next to him, “Lord Wind Master, how did you sneak in? Didn’t
we agree to meet three days after?”
“Well what was I to do?” Shi Qing Xuan replied, “I asked around on the streets and they
all said Your Highness was sent to the Paradise Manor, and isn’t Paradise Manor the
ghost king’s lair? Even the name of the place sounded bad.