At the side gate, he looked up and saw a scholar in white standing ahead. His eyebrows were long and fine, his features handsome and refined, every inch a graceful gentleman, steeped in scholarly air. Though it was the same person, he was utterly different from how he had been on the battlefield of Beichen City.
Li Qingxian called out, "Yo, Song Ge'er, why aren't you visiting the pleasure houses to listen to little tunes? What are you doing at the Night Guard Yamen?"
Song Baige rolled his eyes at Li Qingxian and beckoned. "Come to my carriage. It's important."
Li Qingxian vaguely guessed a few things. He left the gate, boarded Song Baige's carriage, released a Soundproofing Talisman, and said while examining the carriage's furnishings, "This carriage is rather luxurious. Where did you dig it up? Uncle Song surely can't stand this sort of thing."
"The Assault Squad's." Song Baige shed his usual playful grin and stared seriously at Li Qingxian.
"So direct?" Li Qingxian asked.
"The Devil Sect has gone too far lately. These past two days, every friend I've met has been cursing them. One of my friends is the captain of a small Assault Squad unit. He invited me, and I was already interested in the Assault Squad, so I joined. When they learned that you and I were acquainted, they asked me to come ask whether you would be interested in joining this assault on the Ministry of Justice." Song Baige wore a solemn expression.
Li Qingxian was somewhat unused to serious Song Baige. He lowered his head and pondered for a moment before saying, "I'm not a Literary Cultivator. There is no need for a Literary Cultivator Assault Squad to seek me out specifically. Yet they did, which means the Literary Cultivators want me