The Stubborn Period

Dragging his suitcase, Yu Xing sat in the waiting lounge, looking sleepy.

Today's itinerary was exactly what he'd expected last night: first, a flight, then several transfers after they landed.

A mother and daughter sitting beside him were verbally tearing into their "damned second uncle and his family." Across from them, a few young people were gaming together. Since they were in public, they kept even their "holy shit" and "you suck ass" to a low murmur, earning Yu Xing's approval for their manners.

Yu Xing rested his chin in his hand and let the sounds from all directions wash over him.

He sat at the very end of a long row of seats. Zhao Mou's half a butt occupied the armrest beside him. Since they were heading to a remote area, Zhao Mou had rarely forgone his suit in favor of casual clothes that were easier to move around in. His usually carefully styled hair hung naturally, making him look several years younger.

Freed from the confines of a suit, he seemed more relaxed all over. He didn't sit perfectly straight, either. Under normal circumstances, he wouldn't even perch on an armrest in public; he was too concerned about his image.

The relaxed version of Zhao Mou was staring at his phone, contacting someone. His eyes behind his glasses revealed no emotion. After a while, he turned the copper coin bracelet around his wrist.

"...The main branch wants a piece of the action too."

Clues about the instance were scarce, and the information had come at the last possible moment. The "trigger" was tonight, and even Zhao Mou had only confirmed it yesterday.

Still, that was already good. They had most of the day to prepare.

Some of the other factions had only learned the location today, so they