At around the third quarter of the You hour, even on Mount Hua, it was already completely dark.
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At that moment, candles flickered in the Hall of Righteousness. Yue Buqun sat upright in the seat of honor, slowly turning a celadon teacup between his fingers. Candlelight reflected in the tea, sending amber ripples across its surface.
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Yue Lingshan and Lu Dayou stood on either side of him. They occasionally exchanged a glance, but neither dared speak out of turn. The hall was so quiet that they could hear the faint crackle of the candlewick.
"..."
Yue Buqun paid no attention to their little gestures. He merely continued to toy with his teacup, lost in thought.
Ever since the Huashan Sect's finances had greatly improved thanks to Annie, the treatment Yue Buqun received as its leader had gotten better and better.
Wasn't that so?
Now, not only was his teacup made of fine celadon, but the tea itself cost dozens of taels per pound. The aroma and flavor were an entirely different level of enjoyment from the tea he'd had before!
"!!"
"Your disciple Linghu Chong pays his respects to Master."
Just then, Linghu Chong hurried in from outside. Ignoring the dampness of the evening dew clinging to his robes, he bowed properly to Yue Buqun.
Only after finishing his salute did he cautiously look up. He saw his junior sister, Yue Lingshan, secretly making faces at him, while Lu Dayou gazed down at his nose and kept to himself, as if the matter had nothing to do with him.
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Seeing this, Linghu Chong had a rough idea what was going on. Most likely, he hadn't been summoned down the mountain to be scolded for some new offense.
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When Yue Buqun saw Linghu Chong hurry in