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At the moment Liu Jia walked east, a messenger from Skytrust Guards approached him and handed over a letter. Without saying a word, Ren He turned and left.
The atmosphere instantly froze. Liu Jia did not open the letter; instead, he tucked it into his bosom. He had no idea what the contents were, but he understood that at that moment, whatever was handed to him was of utmost importance, leaving no room for error. Even if the letter contained information about Gu Ping's whereabouts as Coco mentioned, he still didn’t want to read it right now.
Liu Jia smiled and took a sip of his drink, and they continued drinking.
Leng Gucun raised his cup and addressed everyone at Lingyuan Pavilion: "Everyone, I propose a toast to Leng Gucun."
Hong Ling looked at Leng Gucun's behavior and found him both ugly and despicable, wishing she could kill him with a single strike. Just as she opened her mouth to speak, she noticed Gan Yuan raising his cup as well. He genuinely downed a bowl of liquor and smiled, saying, "Red Maiden and Mo Qiu are being too superficial; they are right there. What can they do?"
Hong Ling was taken aback, suddenly realizing that Gan Yuan was remarkably calm. It wasn't just calmness that allowed one to think clearly in such a situation; it required more than that.
Gan Yuan was correct; the Jade Void Sect was right in front of Liu Jia. As soon as he left, they would follow him. Everyone present had similar strength; when it came time to fight, the cooked duck would fly away, and the ones who would suffer losses would not be Tai Xu Dao or Jade Void Sect or Sky's End Tower.
At this moment, those who should be most anxious were probably the ones from Limitless Path. After all, Gu Ping was seeking Mo Ming Academy; they could just wait at home. The ones truly anxious should be Liu Jia, Moon River Sect, and Limitless Path. Gan Yuan smiled and said, "Leng Brother, let’s have another drink; this time it's my toast to everyone."
Was Leng Gucun anxious? Not at all. On the contrary, he was waiting—for his reinforcements to arrive from Lutuo Pavilion and Ming Huang Sect. At that point, it would be when Jade Void Sect had the final say. Tai Xu Dao was just like their name—hypocritical; their name reflected their nature, and so did their disciples. Leng Gucun thought about this while looking at Gan Yuan's composed and elegant smile, which seemed like a typical representation of Feiyuxuzong.
Bu Luo wasn’t anxious either; he knew who sent that letter. Just moments ago when Skytrust Guards delivered it to Liu Jia, he sensed an unusual aura—a faint trace from Ninth Underworld that was almost imperceptible. It must have been concealed by Coco. Being close by allowed Bu Luo to clearly feel that chill; it seemed that someone from Ninth Underworld had sent a message to Moon River Sect.
Thus, Leng Gucun also drank with Gan Yuan in one go. Hong Ling watched the two calm individuals before her with disgust in her heart. She wasn’t from the martial world; unlike her father Hong Gui—a businessman—she despised the scheming ways of merchants and found such underhanded tactics beneath contempt in the martial realm.
Although Minghong was cautious of the people in front of him, he couldn't help but notice Buling's reckless demeanor. Having roamed the world for years and with Hong Gui's protection, Hong Ling had developed a personality that was both timid and fearful.
At that moment, Hong Ling spoke up, "Since everyone is so interested, why not indulge in something exciting?"
The five people behind Hong Ling exchanged glances filled with amusement. They all knew that whenever she suggested such things, she was likely concocting some mischievous plan. It was bound to be entertaining.
"Oh, it's rare for Miss Hong to show such interest; how could we refuse?" Liu Jia replied smoothly. "With such a beautiful evening and the presence of talented young men and women, along with fine food and drink, doesn't Miss Hong feel like something is missing?"
Hong Ling paused, pondering what could possibly be lacking. She had young talents, beautiful companions, and delicious dishes—all seemed perfect. What could she be missing? For a moment, she truly couldn't think of anything.
Gan Yuan chimed in, "Perhaps a good piece of music."
Liu Xia was a land of waterways, stretching over thirty thousand square miles with eighty percent being waterlogged. While Liu Xia might not be strong militarily, it thrived because no one wanted to send their armies into such a watery terrain; once they did, they would truly become trapped.
The surrounding nations were weak, and with the rising power of Great Jin nearby, Liu Xia's Yuezi felt like an invisible entity amidst the indifferent gazes of those nations.
"Oh, I wonder what kind of music the prince enjoys?" Hong Ling asked.
By now, most people on the street had dispersed. Everyone knew that those in front of them were not ordinary individuals. Moreover, anyone who frequented Lingyuan Pavilion was likely someone of significance. Who would dare risk their life and fortune by drawing attention to themselves? Thus, those remaining to observe were mostly waiters or spies from various factions—each belonging to different powers, and few could discern who belonged to whom.
These spies operated in secrecy; one might think they were merely part-time informants working for multiple factions in exchange for appropriate compensation.
He didn't have much musical expertise; he simply hoped everyone would enjoy themselves. Liu Jia was indeed a person who could navigate various social circles effortlessly; his ability to remain discreet made it nearly impossible to find fault with him.
Hong Ling smiled and patted her leg. Was it possible that the property of Sky's End Tower in Lingyuan Pavilion contained something she didn't know? As she pondered, a woman approached, holding a pipa and concealing her face with a gauzy veil.
If one were to disregard the obscured face and focus on her figure, it seemed that even a martial artist like Hong Ling would find it hard to compare. But what about that face? The delicate veil was thin, yet it only added to the allure of her hazy features, sparking endless imagination.
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