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Once again, perhaps "I don't deny" was of no use, as it had been hidden away by someone. Gan Yuan had not given up; he felt as if he had seen the place where the neck had broken somewhere before.
Gan Yuan pinched his fingers and recited a mantra, invoking the Mirror Water Moon Technique. This was a low-level celestial art that allowed one to briefly trace back to the scene at the time of a deceased person's passing, something every cultivator learned because it could be quite useful at times, such as when one forgot where they had placed something.
Gan Yuan drew a circle with his left leg in the air, but he barely completed it before the mirror image shattered, dissipating into thin air.
Sighing, Gan Yuan realized it was of no use and chose to give up.
They should leave now, Hong Er reminded him from the side; those people had already reached Tuan City.
Hmm! Gan Yuan nodded as well. Taking advantage of everyone’s distraction, he touched the bloodstain on Yi Dong's neck with his leg and then awkwardly withdrew it. He understood now.
At the moment he touched the bloodstain, he felt a familiar aura, but Gan Yuan did not speak of it. Slowly standing up, he hid his leg behind him and looked at Hong Ling, forcing a signature fake smile before nodding again.
Hong Ling seemed reluctant; she knew they really should leave. They had wasted a day without accomplishing anything. The people from Moon River Sect might have already found clues and determined where Gu Pingren had gone. They were just going around in circles over some trivial matters. But could it really be that simple?
Hong Ling didn’t think so. Did that rat-like person really hide so heavily? Was carrying that item from The Book of Radiant Path such a burden? "I don't deny," she thought; after all, life in the Daoist Sect was what mattered most.
Indeed, was human life truly the least valuable thing? In the eyes of those immortals, three lives or even an entire city's worth of lives could not compare to the value of that book. No matter how many lives were lost, they held little worth in their eyes because they were already on the path to immortality.
And what about those from the World of Mortals?
Hong Ling did not know that, like any mortal, she would one day grow old, become a handful of dust, and return to the earth. Hong Yulong would not. Hong Ling understood clearly that Hong Yulong was not by her side because he liked her. She knew that no matter what, they could never be together; the realms of immortals and mortals were distinct.
At that moment, Hong Yulong was watching Hong Ling. He had no idea what she was thinking. From the first day he met that quirky girl, he could never guess what was on her mind. He kept trying, but each time he was wrong. Yet that girl always seemed to know what he was thinking from the very first moment they met. Whether he accompanied her or not, he hoped to one day truly understand what was in the heart of this girl who resembled a man.
It didn’t matter to Hong Yulong what he was wrong about; he silently followed Hong Ling wherever she went. Wherever she went, he followed—no need for direction, no need for reason, no need for purpose—he only sought to be where Hong Ling was because she understood him, and he longed for someone to understand him.
They walked on. Hong Ling forced a smile, trying hard to keep it on her face and not let herself appear too sad. She was mourning for those who had died; she wasn’t sure if she was also mourning for Hong Yulong. She thought he was different from them, different from other cultivators, but Hong Ling didn’t want to think about it anymore. She turned and walked away.
Wei City was the closest place to West City with inns, taverns, and teahouses; Xichun Tower was one of them. At that moment, Liu Lao Jiu was in the bustling world of mortals, enjoying a drink. Before leaving, Gu Ping had given him quite a few silver notes.
Previously, Gu Ping had exchanged all of Liu Xia's silver notes for Great Jin silver notes at a bank in Youzhou City. Although it resulted in some loss, Gu Ping had brought plenty of silver notes with him because carrying silver coins was inconvenient. He had considered the risks of exchanging silver notes but ultimately found them easier to manage than coins.
Liu Lao Jiu looked toward the city gate; he had been waiting there for three days. Normally, the two of them should have met in Wei City three days ago, but now Liu Lao Jiu had not seen any sign of Gu Ping and couldn’t help but feel worried.
He didn’t know who might be pursuing Gu Ping or why they wanted that shabby book from him. From his encounters with the Fox Demon and Tree Demon, it seemed that those behind Gu Ping were certainly not easy opponents.
Why was he so devoted to serving that young man? Was it because he felt cheapened by his own actions?
As Liu Lao Jiu pondered this, his eyes suddenly brightened when he saw a carriage slowly approaching the city gate. Wasn’t that Gu Ping? Liu Lao Jiu hurried toward Xichun Tower to find Gu Ping.
Finally arrived! Great! Everything is fine! Thinking this, Liu Lao Jiu quickened his pace as if Gu Ping's horse might vanish at any moment.
Gu Ping found an inn; the stable boy led the horse behind the inn while he followed Ancient Words inside. He knew Liu Lao Jiu would be looking for him soon.
Gu Ping helped Ancient Words gather their things and arrived at Lou Dong, hoping to ask the Waiter for some food and drinks, when Liu Lao Jiu hurriedly entered the inn.
Liu Lao Jiu immediately wanted to greet them, but saw Gu Ping shake his head. Liu Lao Jiu was taken aback, unsure of what to do. Meanwhile, the Waiter noticed someone had come in and quickly approached to attend to the guests.
"Hey there, are you staying here?"
"Bring me some food and a good jug of wine, hurry up." Liu Lao Jiu gestured toward an empty table nearby and ordered some items, noticing Gu Ping nodding at him.
Gu Ping ordered food and drinks for Ancient Words and walked over to Liu Lao Jiu. Before Liu Lao Jiu could speak, Gu Ping said, "He needs to talk to me about something."
Seeing Gu Ping's serious expression, Liu Lao Jiu understood that whatever it was might not be good news. However, given Gu Ping's demeanor, Liu Lao Jiu impatiently urged, "What is it? Hurry up and say it; don’t waste my time drinking."
Gu Ping pondered for a moment, staring at Liu Lao Jiu, suddenly unsure of how to begin.
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