Chen Ping'an took Pei Qian with him. After leaving Hehuan Mountain's territory, he first paid a visit to Qingbai Mansion on Xiezi Ridge, hinting that Bai Mao should not leave that album of flowers and birds gathering dust on a high shelf. He should leaf through it more whenever he had the time—there might just be an unexpected delight waiting for him. Then they selected the nearest Immortal Ferry Crossing, Jiahe, and boarded a mountain ferry named Phoenix Hairpin. At dawn, the ferry docked at Jiuhua Ferry in the Imperial Capital Region of the Qingxing Kingdom Liu Clan.
Since it dared call itself Jiuhua Ferry, it naturally lacked no fine wines or immortal brews. It was no exaggeration to say that the entire ferry crossing was steeped in the fragrance of liquor.
Fortunate indeed to live in peaceful times: green hills and spring waters, new friends and old, and all who stepped outside were people who drank wine and admired flowers.
The streets bustled with people. One of Chen Ping'an's clones surveyed the surrounding shops and casually asked, "Did you know Bai Xuan had a secret booklet he never showed anyone?"
Pei Qian nodded, curling her lips. "I knew. He compiled a Hero Roll, didn't he? Bai Xuan had plenty of ideas—if his fist techniques lacked numbers, he would make up for it with people."
First there was Bai Shou of Pianran Peak in the Taihui Sword Sect, then Bai Xuan from their own Luopo Mountain. What was it? Did all you Bais have to be this outrageously overbearing?
Chen Ping'an asked in surprise, "You knew about that too?"
Pei Qian smiled. "I couldn't be bothered to lower myself to a little brat's level."
Since her master had brought it up, she would spare Bai Xuan for now and pretend