Hearing the cold snort that carried across several courtyards, the cultivators of the Tianshu Office and the South Gate disciples felt as though a thousand-ton burden had been placed upon them. They dropped to their knees at once, then smashed through several layers of rooftops and crashed onto the hard ground. Had they not possessed cultivation at the Mysterious Realm, these men would likely have already been crushed to pieces, their souls scattered.
The next day, while the sky was still dim, the crisp clatter of hooves rang through Lane 47. White vapor streamed from the broad nostrils of a sturdy black horse as it pulled a heavy carriage down the Bluestone-paved lane.
The carriage was so heavy that even the hard Bluestone pavement bore two deep ruts beneath its wheels.
Outside Old Brush Studio, Yan Se sat inside the carriage with his eyes closed, quietly awaiting another meeting with his senior brother, Wei Guangming.
Lane 47 was especially quiet in the early morning. Other than the black horse's breathing, no other sound could be heard along the broad street.
Wei Guangming, dressed in white cotton clothes, removed the door bolt and shifted aside a door panel before stepping out. Looking at the carriage, he cursed with an annoyed smile, "What are you making such a racket for? It's early in the morning, and instead of sleeping, you're disturbing people's sweet dreams. You really are shameless."
Yan Se pushed open the carriage door and lifted the curtain, looking sternly at Wei Guangming outside. "Senior Brother, please come aboard so we may speak."
Seeing this, Wei Guangming's expression turned solemn as well. He said, "Since my junior brother has invited me, how could I refuse? I would even dare enter the Tang Kingdom's royal palace, much less a mere carriage."
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