A hundred years sounded like a long time, but to a cultivator, it could sometimes pass in the snap of a finger.
Wen Xu knew the head of the Shu Household must have asked Chen Zui before coming to him. But Chen Zui was not one to think too deeply, and he had been thrown in jail as soon as he entered the city. Even if he had told her something, it could not have been much. Wen Xu knew more, but because it involved Chunchou, he would have to choose his words carefully.
"Of course. In fact, I entered No-Shu City before my two friends."
Leaving aside the memories he had entered through the spirit sword, Wen Xu gave her a general account of his time in No-Shu City: from setting up a fortune-telling stall to plotting a seizure of power, then becoming city lord and using the people's Thought Force to resist the erosion of the Black Mist as it ran out of control. He concealed nothing, even mentioning how the corpses of Huang Qixuan and the other villains had hastened the collapse of that power.
Shu Menghua: ... Even if she took ten thousand steps back, she was not trying to steal anyone's disciple. Could she really not put him in the Shu Household genealogy?
"So in the end, did the Thought Force of No-Shu City's people bring the Black Mist back to its senses?"
Wen Xu shook his head. "I don't believe so. To be honest, I'm not entirely sure what happened. It's just..."
"Just what?"
She was an elder Chen Zui respected. Wen Xu could withhold some things, but there was no need to make up lies to put her off. Besides, knowing Chunchou, he would surely ask the head of the Shu Household who