His gaze slowly swept over everyone in the private room. Hu Jing was exchanging toasts with a centurion from Luonan Circuit, discussing the details of the recent battle.
Qiu Xu listened beside them, occasionally chiming in, his face full of admiration for Su Fei.
The other Demon Suppression Guards chatted and laughed, savored their wine, or enjoyed the performance, all wearing expressions of rare relaxation.
A faint smile curved Su Fei's lips. These men were all his brothers, the people he trusted most in the Demon Suppression Bureau. Letting them properly unwind was a good thing, too.
The night deepened, and the music of strings and flutes grew ever more melodious, while the bustle within Xiaoxiang Tower showed no sign of fading.
Seeing Su Fei's calm expression, Li Kun cautiously approached again and said with a smile.
"Centurion Su, if you find the performance onstage boring, shall we request a few more signature pieces, or have the storyteller tell one of your favorite legends of the martial world?"
Su Fei slowly withdrew his gaze and shook his head, his tone even.
"No need. This is fine."
At that moment, in the night sky only a few tens of thousands of li from Luonan Circuit, a concealed, small purple spirit boat was racing silently through the darkness.
A faint concealment barrier enveloped the spirit boat, masking its presence entirely. Like a ghost in the night, it was difficult to detect.
Even if someone on the ground looked up, they would have difficulty spotting the small purple spirit boat.
Inside the spirit boat, more than a dozen figures stood solemnly, all dressed in matching, close-fitting purple outfits. Black cloths covered their faces, exposing only pairs of cold, piercing eyes. Though their auras were restrained, they remained sharp, and every one of