Ancient Shu.
In a tavern in a mortal city of Ba Commandery.
Fang Qing held a wine cup, enjoying the delicious dishes before him.
In truth, most of his attention was on the perspectives of the Dao-Born Pearl, Qin Ruxue, and Xiang Dahu.
Now that I'm hiding in Ancient Shu, even if that ruin contains something beyond all reason, it shouldn't be able to affect me across worlds—
He drank another cup of wine, thoroughly pleased with himself.
The Purple Mansion battle in Yulin Commandery had finally drawn to a close. He did not know how Cloud-Touching Cliff was faring, but cultivators had all but vanished from Ba Commandery and Yulin Commandery. Many Dao Foundation clans had been wiped out, and the few that remained had suffered heavy losses and attracted the covetous eyes of Rogue Cultivators—
If I wanted to establish a powerful force here now, it would be child's play—
But I'd only be sewing wedding clothes for someone else. What would be the point?
Fang Qing was raising his chopsticks to pick up some food when festive music reached his ears.
He looked toward the street and saw a wedding procession. Red decorations stretched for miles, and the groom rode a tall white horse, handsome and striking.
"Whose wedding is this?"
Fang Qing casually tossed the waiter a piece of silver, sounding a little curious.
"Oh, that's Fang Yixin, grandson of the eldest master of Fang Fortress, a prominent local family. He's marrying a daughter of the Four Joy Merchant Association's main line—"
The waiter pocketed his tip and spoke with animated delight. "Those three masters of Fang Fortress are mighty figures in the martial world! Especially the eldest, Fang Jingchun. They call him 'Iron Palm Suppresses Three Rivers, Silver Spear Sweeps Eight Directions.' With his iron