Tu Gou had joined the Kongtong Sect with his sister when he was very young, and had long since grown accustomed to the strict and complicated rules of social interaction among the Central Plains' prestigious sects. After more than ten years of secluded cultivation, he was even more at a loss when dealing with ordinary people.
Old Man Mu was fine. He made it clear that he had no intention of following any rules, so Tu Gou could act without restraint. But today's companion was Shangguan Fei. It was their first time being alone together, and Tu Gou felt somewhat at a loss.
"Your nightclothes are pretty good. Did you make them yourself?" Tu Gou thought for a long while before coming up with that sentence, while thinking inwardly, If we were on Kongtong Mountain, Shangguan Fei, as my junior, should be the one to speak to me first.
Shangguan Fei froze. "My mother had someone make them. They're very ordinary, no different from anyone else's."
"Yours seem to fit a little better."
"Perhaps." Shangguan Fei answered absentmindedly. He had no interest in nightclothes. Holding a bronze mirror, he looked left and right at his own face. "Sigh, this is really driving me crazy."
"Huh? Then I won't say anything." Tu Gou's heart fluttered uneasily, thinking he had said something wrong.
Shangguan Fei held the bronze mirror and waved it back and forth like a fan. "It's not you. I'm worried about... Why hasn't Dragon King come to Jade City yet? The truce has lasted a month already. It seems he's forgotten about us."
"Probably not. We monitor every place each day and compile the intelligence to send to Dragon King. Sometimes Dragon King even sends people to deliver letters..."
"Letters without the person are even more painful." Shangguan Fei