Nine Provinces.
Cloud Province Prefecture.
There was a street in the south of the city called Springwind Ferry.
The pavilions here hung suspended in the air, their flying eaves draped with merfolk silk.
No lamps were lit at night; all illumination came from moonlight gathered by formations, dreamlike and illusory.
Inside one pavilion, decadent music of silk and strings drifted through the air. Several alluring fox demonesses surrounded a burly Han man, peeling spirit fruits and pouring immortal brew for him.
The Han man bared his chest, holding one woman on each side as his large hands roamed freely over the fox demonesses' bodies, drawing wave after wave of coquettish laughter.
Watching that debauched spectacle, Xuan Luan sighed helplessly.
He truly could not understand how such a creature, with nothing but wine and women in his head... had cultivated to the Myriad-Forms Heaven realm and even obtained the title of a fifth-rank divine general of the Heavenly Court.
Ever since the Cloud Province Directorate had given them its reply, they had waited for seven days.
Yet whenever they asked where the person was or when she would return, they got nothing but three unknowns.
It was obvious that Liu Qingshan and that female cultivator had colluded to deliberately stall for time.
Only that fool, the Nine Netherworlds Divine General, had truly believed Liu Qingshan's nonsense and waited stupidly here in Cloud Province Prefecture.
At this rate, let alone ten days or half a month, even if they waited a hundred years, that female cultivator would never be foolish enough to return on her own.
With that thought in mind.
He could not help speaking slowly. "Divine General, so many days have passed, yet the Cloud Province Directorate still has not given us a definite answer. Could it be that you