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The hall was spacious, and at its center sat Zhang Biao, a man in his fifties with a sharp face and a pair of small mustaches. His bald head gave him an odd appearance.
His subordinates flanked him on eith Second Division de; some had short knives tucked into their belts, while others carried large axes.
Li Mazi entered with Su Han and the others, saying, " lord Zhang, this is master Su from Tiandu."
However, Zhang Biao raised a hand to stop Li Mazi. His eldest disciple, Zhao Hu, stepped forward and signaled with his eyes.
Li Mazi immediately understood and stepped aside.
Zhao Hu clasped his left arm with his right fist, palm flat and thumb raised: "A wild goose flies in from the mountains, a great man stands before the Gathering Hall!"
What was this?
This was a piece of underworld slang; the first line had no real meaning, serving merely as an introduction. The second line indicated that they were the bosses here. But Su Han was completely clueless about such jargon.
Seeing no response from Su Han, Zhao Hu assumed he was someone of considerable status with a strong backing, so he continued, "Half the goose comes with half the wind; which wind has brought this esteemed guest?"
What kind of nonsense was this?
Su Han felt a headache coming on; he realized he had to respond to maintain appearances. Gritting his teeth, he cupped his fists and replied, "I have never heard of Rainbow-Robed song; even lavish performances are dull."
Huh?
Zhao Hu was taken aback.
That phrase wasn’t part of the underworld lingo! What was Rainbow-Robed song? And what did he mean by performances?
He had heard that recently a group from the north had been active in places like the capital, Jinling, and Jiangzhou. Could this young man before him be one of them?
Zhao Hu prided himself on being well-informed; he understood some slang from both the north and south. The slang could be divided into "Southern Spring" and "Northern Classics." He quickly switched to a more straightforward dialect: "Is it for gold or for skin? Are you here to pick up a jar or to serve as an official?"
I understood the official part; that referred to government lackeys.
Finally, Su Han grasped one sentence: "I am here to find Rainbow-Robed Fairy!"
Zhao Hu was utterly baffled. What on earth was this guy talking about?
"Neither from the Southern Spring nor the Northern Classics, I truly don't know how to respond!"
"Step aside," Zhang Biao said with a stern face, motioning for the helpless Zhao Hu to move aside. "Is this the esteemed master Su?"
Finally, someone spoke normally, and Su Han let out a sigh of relief. "Indeed, I am Su Han."
Zhang Biao asked darkly, " master Su is neither from the south nor the north. Which sect do you belong to, and who is your master?"
See? If he had said this earlier, communication would have been much smoother. Why bother with all that unnecessary talk?
Su Han smiled lightly. "I serve the court, and my master is His Majesty!"
Zhang Biao's expression remained unchanged. "I know quite a few who serve the court. Officials and Constables have visited me before. Do share your title."
"My title is not convenient to disclose," Su Han replied. He was here on a private mission from Chu Feng and certainly couldn't reveal the Royal Confidential Office. "I hope lord Zhang can understand."
Zhang Biao did not press further, but he had guessed a thing or two about Su Han's identity; he was likely an undercover agent from Tiandu. Recently, the Rebel Army in Linjiang City had begun to stir again, and perhaps these individuals were here to capture them, which would definitely require his assistance as a local.
Thinking of this, his expression softened considerably. "In the world of Jianghu, everyone has their difficulties. What can you tell me about the Rainbow-Robed Fairy you are looking for? It sounds like a name fit for an immortal. Someone, please show master Su to a seat."
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