Yet some debts would not be wiped clean simply with the passage of time.
Su Yueli turned and walked into a bustling teahouse frequented by a mix of low-level Rogue Cultivators and martial artists of the jianghu.
Smoke curled through the teahouse, where the scent of cheap spirit tea mingled with the stink of sweat, making for an unpleasant odor.
Dozens of low-level cultivators of the Third and Fourth Realms sat at stone tables, guzzling wine while loudly exchanging the latest news of the immortal war between the two nations.
Su Yueli sat down at a table in the farthest corner and ordered a pot of the cheapest broken-leaf spirit tea.
Her movements were utterly unremarkable as she quietly listened to the clamor throughout the teahouse.
"The Spirit Stone vein at the border has finally been decided. It still had to be Azure Cloud Sect—their methods are truly ruthless. Great Wei's Blood-Armored Guards lost at least three commanders this time."
"Of course. Azure Cloud Sect is riding high these days, not to mention that man is about to hold his young sect master's advancement ceremony."
Upon hearing the words Azure Cloud Sect, Su Yueli's right hand, which had been about to lift her teacup, froze in midair for a fraction of a second.
The chill in her eyes instantly turned into a deep, dark gleam.
At the neighboring table, three Fifth Realm Rogue Cultivators with flushed faces lowered their voices as they eagerly gossiped.
"Tsk tsk, an advancement ceremony. How old is he? Mid-Ninth Realm already! Across the whole Great Li cultivation world, this young sect master should rank among the top three, shouldn't he?"
"Heh, what do you know? I heard from a cousin of mine who serves as a deacon in Azure Cloud Sect that Young Sect Master