Guo Bingfu headed Juntong, and he was a powerhouse at the peak of Grandmaster.
When trouble like this came up, the tallest man naturally had to hold up the sky.
Li Xiang told Guo Kai to contact Guo Bingfu.
"Don't worry, Captain. The message will be on my grandfather's desk within half an hour." Guo Kai cupped his fists, turned, and merged into the bustling crowd on the street. Soon, he was gone.
Li Xiang looked away and glanced at Chu Tian, who stood silently beside him. "Let's go. We've handed off the important business. Now we wait."
The two did not linger in the street.
With the Martial Arts Tournament about to begin, Yiling City's bustle had reached its peak.
On the broad bluestone streets, martial artists carrying sabers and swords could be seen everywhere, defiance in their eyes.
Half an hour later, Guo Kai rejoined Li Xiang and Chu Tian outside the Drunken Immortal Tavern, a century-old establishment.
"The message is out," Guo Kai said as he came up beside Li Xiang. "Our covert contact sent word back. Grandfather is in Yiling City. We're to find somewhere to wait for orders."
"Let's go in." Li Xiang asked no more questions and entered first.
The Drunken Immortal Tavern roared with voices.
The open seating downstairs was packed. Waiters threaded through gaps in the crowd with trays in hand, while calls, drinking-game chants, and clashing wine bowls blended into a din that made ears ache.
Li Xiang tossed over a hefty Silver Dollar. The weariness vanished from the waiter's face, and he eagerly led the three to a relatively quiet window table upstairs.
Several dishes of braised beef, two plates of fresh local vegetables, and three jars of aged wine that released a rich fragrance as soon as their clay