"Tell me already!" Yukong urged anxiously.
Fei Xiao smiled and began to explain slowly.
"Following the route you provided, the Qing Qiu Army found the wreckage of the [Ming Huo] merchant guild's ship."
"Unfortunately, there was no cargo inside, nor were there any survivors."
"..." Yukong fell silent.
"However, someone had already been to the crash site before we found it."
Yukong pressed on.
"Was it our people? Or the company's?"
"Neither."
"Yukong, do you know... Ruan Mei?"
The next day.
Noisy voices carried through the inn's corridor.
"Given the deep cooperation between the company and the Xianzhou, we sponsored this Martial Arts Ceremony. Why won't Helm Master Yukong grant us naming rights? Has the Xianzhou always been this arrogant?"
"Oh, give it a rest. If the company got naming rights, wouldn't it become the company's Martial Arts Ceremony?"
"But in other worlds... we usually get naming rights."
Yan Huan calmly opened his door and poked his head out for a look.
Most of the people staying at the inn were tourists.
It had to be said that the guest rooms here had far worse soundproofing than Penacony's.
March 7th's room was to Yan Huan's left, while Yunli's was to his right.
After returning last night, March 7th had slept soundly without making any noise.
But Yunli next door seemed to have been pounding on a training post, making endless clattering noises. The guests on her right had even knocked on her door to complain.
Unfortunately, it had done little good. After several hours of silence, she had started training again as soon as dawn broke.
At that moment, Yunli happened to open her door as well, apparently intending to head out.
"You little brat, you don't like sleeping at night, do you?" Yan Huan immediately criticized her.
"Hm?"