Inside the quiet room.
Two candles stood on either side of the square table, their light mingling to illuminate Chen Yi and Granny Shan.
The quiet room was small.
It held only a square table, a few chairs, and a bookshelf with several scrolls of techniques on it.
The words "Witchcraft and Gu" were faintly visible.
Granny Shan raised her voice slightly and said hoarsely, "Wudang Mountain truly deserves its reputation as a great, prestigious sect."
"A few days ago, Daoist Kongkong came to the Mutual Market. Rather than being too harsh on our Mountain Tribe, he brought a letter from Daoist Zhongwu."
Chen Yi asked calmly, "What did Daoist Zhongwu say?"
"In his letter, Daoist Zhongwu said that since Yonglin was acting on behalf of the Imperial Court, he could decide to set aside, for now, the matter of Yonglin killing the Little Daoist Lord."
"But..."
A measure of resignation crept into Granny Shan's voice. "Though he can escape death, he cannot escape punishment."
"Daoist Zhongwu said that after Yonglin dealt with the Jizhou Trading Company for the Imperial Court, he must go to Wudang Mountain."
"After that, whether he lives or dies will rest on a single thought from Daoist Zhongwu."
Chen Yi fell silent for a moment. "What do you intend to do?"
The lines on Granny Shan's wrinkled face deepened. "Me..."
"By not using his power to crush us, Daoist Zhongwu has already spared both me and the Mountain Tribe some dignity."
"How could I take an inch and demand a mile?"
"When you spend your days fighting and killing in the jianghu, sooner or later, the debt comes due."
"Yonglin is no exception."
Granny Shan stooped a little further and forced a smile. "Besides, if you hadn't found Yonglin a way to survive, child, he