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A young man, appearing to be in his twenties, sat across from the Man in a Brocade Robe. Noticing the sorrow on his father's face, the White-Clothed Youth smiled and said, "Father need not worry about me. After all these years, I have grown accustomed to it." His smile was calm and sincere.
"Are you truly resigned to this? Although I do not place the hope of reviving the Jin Family solely on you, your brothers..." The middle-aged man had several sons, but among them, it was only his youngest son who showed the most talent in cultivation.
"Of course, I am not truly resigned. However, every year our family spends a considerable amount of money on my illness, and I feel guilty about it. Moreover, I disappoint you each time. In my opinion, we need not hold the event this year."
"I appreciate your concern, but this is a rule set by your master before he passed. Even if it were not for you, we must continue with it. Besides, your illness was treated according to your master's prescription. Alas, with Wu Hui recently concluded and many outsiders still in the city, go speak with the City Defense general and make sure they keep an eye out for any leads. If you find someone who can cure your illness as your master suggested, bring him to see me." The middle-aged man waved his hand, indicating that his son should follow through with his request.
"Alright then, I will go." The White-Clothed Youth stood up to bid farewell to his father. Because of this Strange Illness, he had not made any progress in his Realm over the past century. These years spent mingling among scholars were largely due to his benefactor being a Literati and primarily for the sake of managing his "illness."
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In the distance, the towering city walls came into view. Ever since naming the Tea House, he had been contemplating names along the way. Mo Wen had not been idle with ghostwriting either; his Employer was quite satisfied with his Literary Talent. It seemed he was naturally suited for a scholar's life. If he continued like this, he might indeed become a renowned Literati one day. Feeling quite accomplished in various aspects, he praised himself inwardly as he continued toward the city entrance. If all went well, he would enter the city today.
Yinzhou lay at the border of the Lianyun Empire, bordered by the Cloud Mist Forest to the west and Shu Cang to the north. Naturally, Yinzhou City was heavily fortified; however, that was only a recent development aimed at defending against Mountain Bandits. The walls towered over a hundred feet high, with massive gates featuring three arched entrances—each main gate soaring several dozen feet high while the smaller doors on either side stood just over ten feet tall. On significant occasions, only the smaller doors were opened for entry and exit.
Even though it was already evening when Mo Wen arrived at the grand gates, crowds continued to bustle in and out, creating a lively atmosphere. Standing outside the gate and glancing at the large characters spelling "Yinzhou," he recognized that this was his destination where he hoped to find what he sought. Following the throng toward the entrance and after verifying his identity, he stepped into the city.
Once inside, Mo Wen was awestruck by the sights before him. Though not unfamiliar with worldly splendor, compared to what lay ahead, even Moro City seemed dull in contrast. By the time Mo Wen entered Yinzhou City, dusk had settled in; streetlights flickered to life along bustling streets lined with buildings of various designs. Colorful decoys hung from storefronts while attendants stood at entrances beckoning customers inside. Patrons flowed in and out like a stream as carriages filled the streets and crowds thronged together—such vibrancy far surpassed anything seen during Wu Hui in Moro City.
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