After Gu Hui had weathered the great tribulation, he returned to Sound Valley. With a beauty by his side, he played the qin, blew the flute, painted, and occasionally left the valley to treat patients.
Even Gu Wen, a junior, secretly felt that he had utterly degenerated into idleness.
This life continued for over ten years before Gu Hui finally felt like going out for a walk.
In any case, he was in no hurry. Traveling steadily on foot, after half a month, relying on his extraordinary stamina, he had forcibly covered several thousand li. Bathed in the crimson glow of the setting sun, he entered a grand and bustling city.
Watching the crowds flowing before him, Gu Hui felt momentarily dazed.
He found a tavern and strode inside.
If one wanted information, no places were better than taverns and pleasure houses. Of course, one had to judge for oneself whether the news was true or false.
He ordered several signature dishes and ate heartily.
Suddenly, as he raised his cup and chopsticks, Gu Hui froze, his eyes lighting up.
Though he had not deliberately sought out any news, he still overheard quite a few things within the tavern.
Gu Hui had no interest in these matters and continued eating on his own.
But just then, he heard a familiar name from behind him.
Fenyan Valley!
One of the top powers openly known in the Central Plains, it was counted alongside Sound Valley and Ice River Valley as the Three Valleys.
The Valley Master of Fenyan Valley had been blessed with a son and had sent invitations far and wide, inviting several factions to attend the celebration. Dan Tower was among the invitees.
After some thought, Gu Hui decided to visit Fenyan Valley. He had nothing better to do, anyway.