Wei He went upstairs. His build was larger than everyone else's, immediately drawing a few glances.
Someone soon recognized him as the central figure in the earlier case of Rushui Workshop's destruction.
But that incident had happened some time ago. Only a few people recalled it; most had already forgotten.
Wei He knew few people. He merely cupped his fists in greeting to Wan Qingqing, then Zhao Wanzhu, and finally exchanged courtesies with the host, the chubby Zhang Husheng.
Then he took a seat.
Five tables had been set up on the third floor. He chose the one with the fewest people, settled down quietly, and said nothing more.
The people sharing his table were either taciturn or downcast.
One of them was surprisingly Sun Yi, who had entered the Inner Court at the same time as Wei He.
Sun Yi recognized Wei He as well.
"Brother Wei, I heard you dispersed all the Martial Arts Cultivation you were previously practicing alongside your main art?"
After a brief silence, he spoke up to ask.
"Yes." Wei He nodded, his face carrying a trace of heaviness and helplessness. "Only by giving something up can one gain something. If I wanted to go further, I had no choice but to take this step."
"What decisive resolve." Sun Yi praised him. "Come to think of it, if I had your determination, I would not have fallen into such circumstances today." He did not elaborate on himself, instead shifting the subject.
"Brother Wei, do you regret changing paths after leaving the Wushi Sect?"
"I do not regret it. The Wan Qing Court of the Heavenly Seal Sect has treated me very well. I like this place very much. The people here are all good people," Wei He answered.
"Brother Wei truly has a broad