Yanshui City was bustling as the Lantern Festival approached.
Traffic thronged the streets, cultivators of every sort passed one another, markets stood densely packed, and voices roared like a boiling cauldron.
Mo Hua and the others found a small restaurant, booked a private room, and only began speaking in low voices after confirming that no one was eavesdropping.
"At this critical juncture, the sect higher-ups did not seem too keen on sending the ships out..."
"But the people below made quite a fuss. After all, everyone was counting on this to earn some extra money."
"Besides, the heat has already died down. The Dao Court Office has backed off as well; there has been no sign of further action."
"As for the Dao Court above them, they have always merely put on a show. When something happens, a little Spirit Stone grease smooths the way, and it all gets brushed aside lightly."
"Some other aristocratic families have been applying pressure too. After all, it is not just us... not just Guishui Gate that eats from this bowl. Others need their share of meat as well..."
"So, the ships are still setting sail this time, only more covertly."
Wang Chen told Mo Hua everything he knew about the inside situation.
Mo Hua nodded. Seeing the worry on Wang Chen's face, he said, "Do not worry. I have put you on record with the Dao Court Office. You were coerced by the sect into doing this. So long as you harbor no ulterior motives and commit no grave mistakes, when Guishui Gate's crimes come to light, you can be exempted from punishment."
Wang Chen was overjoyed and cupped his hands. "Many thanks..."
He glanced at Mo Hua, uncertain how to address him.
Hao Xuan prompted him, "Senior Martial Brother."
"Oh." Wang