Farewell in the Jianghu

The girl saw that the green-robed guest from another land seemed moved and was about to follow the young man to another city. She immediately snapped at the young man in embarrassment and anger, "Do you even care about first come, first served?"

Unexpectedly, the young man was hot-tempered. He directly cursed, "Qin Zidu, you cunning slave girl! Is that any way to speak to me? Hurry up and slap yourself three times!"

The girl whose name had been called aloud was stunned. Publicly cursed as a cunning slave girl, perhaps wary of his status, she did not retort. She merely lowered her eyes, tears shimmering at their rims, and took out an embroidered handkerchief to wipe the corners of them.

The young man was exceedingly pleased with himself and continued urging Chen Ping'an to leave Tiaomu City with him. "Mr. Chen, a heap of rouge and powder is far too cloying, not elegant enough. My city lord knows that you have never liked these warblers and swallows, these mad bees and wild butterflies. Their fragrant breezes come in gust after gust like a sword challenge—what sort of conduct is that? Mr. Chen, you should follow me and leave at once. My city lord has already laid out a feast to welcome you and wash away the dust of your journey, and has prepared an additional generous gift as payment for completing the seal imprint."

Chen Ping'an smiled. "You should not speak of Jadeite Girl that way."

He had not immediately accepted the young man's invitation because Chen Ping'an still wanted to stroll around Tiaomu City a little longer. He also needed to thank the Horned Dragon guest. Then there was the man at the weapons shop. When Chen Ping'an had previously reached the entrance, the man had seemed to