Fang Yun had a dream. He dreamed he was battling the demon barbarians at Two Worlds Mountain when he suddenly encountered a rare weasel Demon King. The weasel Demon King unleashed a terrifying demonic art, and thick smoke billowed in an instant. A foul stench immediately spread for ten li around, and many scholars fainted from the smell before they could even draw upon the power of their literary guts.
Fang Yun snapped his eyes open and realized he had been dreaming. Then he frowned and sniffed. A faint stench lingered inside the tent.
Fang Yun rose and looked around. Nothing in the room had changed, so he walked toward the entrance.
Lifting the tent flap, Fang Yun saw Yun Jieying's men cleaning the ground outside, shoveling away the soil along with the mess. Yun Jieying was urging them in a low voice, "Hurry, before my cousin wakes up."
Fang Yun's expression darkened. He looked at the spot they were cleaning and saw nauseating excrement.
Yun Jieying caught sight of Fang Yun out of the corner of his eye. Surprise crossed his face, then he said with a pained expression, "Cousin, you saw it after all."
Fang Yun suppressed his anger, his expression icy, and said slowly, "In all my years, this is the first time anyone has flung filth outside my door."
Yun Jieying coughed lightly. "We haven't gotten to the bottom of this yet. Perhaps someone got up early and spilled it by accident. I'm investigating."
"Mm. I hope it was an accident too." With that, Fang Yun walked away.
"Where are you going?"
"Uncle Yun He came to see me yesterday and asked me to talk with him this morning." Fang Yun continued forward without looking back.
Once Fang Yun was far away, Yun Jieying's expression changed.