Behind the screen, the musicians played serene and elegant melodies.
Tu Yue did not dare linger and impose. After exchanging a few pleasantries, she took her leave and went downstairs. The exhausted Fat Tiger slept for a while. The little maid instructed the cooks to send another seven hundred jin of fresh meat. Fat Tiger could not be bothered to get up and simply lay there swallowing it down, while Bai casually snacked and admired the moon.
After a while, the tavern seemed to grow much quieter. The children of the various families finished their meals and left early.
An unfathomable great figure had arrived at the tavern. The elders of the various families feared their juniors might get drunk and cause some heaven-shaking disaster, so they hurriedly sent people to bring them home and lock them up. Those who refused to obey were knocked unconscious and carried away. Their caution had been displayed to the utmost.
Tonight, the great households were enjoying a rare family reunion. Even the watchdogs kept an especially low profile.
Bai Yujun studied the fragment of stone for a while.
There were only a few dozen ancient characters, with nothing else discernible. A faint divinity clung to them. Even someone illiterate would understand them after staring for long enough, as though they had been directly imprinted upon the soul. Golden characters identical to the inscribed script floated above the stone's surface. Some were tall and narrow, like blades, swords, and weapons, and could even be called complex diagrams. Others were very short, merely two or three little dots. The sizes of different characters varied by a full hundredfold.
Most of the characters had lost their divinity. Only a handful still had golden patterns floating above their surfaces. The Blood Cultivator monster could understand only those