Situ Fang was startled to see Mo Hua, her face full of astonishment.
After saying a few words to the cultivators she had been arguing with and barely managing to extricate herself, she led Mo Hua and the others to a quiet Tea House by the roadside. She ordered several cups of green tea, a few plates of dried fruit, and some pastries.
Mo Hua could not help asking curiously,
"Sister Situ, are you a Diansi of Nanyue City?"
Mo Hua was not surprised that Situ Fang was a Diansi.
She wore the official uniform of a Diansi, her cultivation was not weak, and she came from a clan. It was perfectly normal for her to serve as a Diansi at a local Dao Court Office.
What puzzled Mo Hua was why she was a Diansi of Nanyue City.
Nanyue City was quite far from Immortal City. If she was a Diansi here, why had she traveled all the way to Immortal City to capture Evil Cultivators back then?
Situ Fang sighed. "Clan training. We have to rotate through assignments in different places."
"Oh." Mo Hua understood.
The Situ Clan's family customs seemed fairly good. They knew to send their disciples to posts across various regions to temper their abilities.
And judging by the look of it, this kind of training was quite grueling.
Even Zhang Lan, who usually loafed around, had been run off his feet after one upheaval after another—the Black Mountain Stronghold, the great demon, and so on.
"What about you?" Situ Fang asked. "What are you doing here?"
Then she looked around. "Did Zhang Lan come with you?"
Mo Hua shook his head and smiled.
"Uncle Zhang didn't come. I'm traveling with my master, and we happened to pass through here. I wanted to visit an