The current capital of Cloud Rock Country was a city that never slept, ablaze with lights. On the main street, the White Clad Young Man shook his two sleeves until they fluttered high, like two white clouds falling to earth, his sleeves swishing as though he were gathering fireflies in a pouch.
As they passed a den of dissipation thick with the scent of rouge and powder, there were orioles and swallows upstairs, red sleeves draped over the railings as they beckoned to customers. When they caught sight of the handsome young man on the street, some hid their faces behind silk fans, while others sent autumn glances drifting his way, their voices dropping softer.
Pei Qian asked, "Putting on a bluff and talking nonsense?"
Cui Dongshan sighed. "When one travels abroad, one must treat others with sincerity. Every word has to come from a heart flung open."
Pei Qian did not believe a word of the big white goose's explanation.
Cui Dongshan changed his phrasing. "When discussing matters over a wine table, it is nothing more than 'Sure,' 'A small matter, no problem,' 'Leave it to me,' 'Drain this cup and we're friends,' and 'Next time, my treat.'"
Pei Qian said, "Chen Lingjun loves drinking so much he would rather soak in a wine jar all day, yet he does not act like this."
Cui Dongshan chuckled. "It is different. He has never actually drunk wine."
Pei Qian did not quite understand that statement.
Cui Dongshan did not explain.
If a Dao Cultivator rode the wind through the void and looked down upon the earth, then beneath the deep night curtain, the lights of ten thousand households in a city would resemble a cageful of imprisoned fireflies.
Unlike top-tier powers such as Jade Guizong and Pu Mountain Cloud Grass