Seeing this, Chen Cuo said no more. He addressed the people before him. "I came to Huaiyin on business. Now that the matter of the Underworld Office is settled, I'll take my leave."
The young man in Green Robe looked ready to say something more.
But Daoist Duan Changjiu spoke first. "You and the Prince of Nankang Commandery are brothers by blood, Daoist Friend. Who could stand in the way of your reunion? Important as my business here is, it can wait until you two have met."
At that, neither the Green-Robed Man nor the Monk could do more than smile and nod. But a glint flashed through the Monk's eyes; he clearly had other plans.
Chen Cuo cupped his hands and took a step. He was already at the gate of the General's Residence.
A Daoist stood ahead of him.
He refused to give an inch. "My lord, what our Sacred Church is doing benefits both others and ourselves. Don't obstruct us merely because you've heard the Immortal Sect's biased words. Know that we stand here because we believe in Great Chen! We believe the Chen Kingdom can rule All Under Heaven!"
It was Ziyuanzi.
The strange Images throughout the city must be from Chen Fangqing fighting someone. Ziyuanzi gave his assurance, but I can't take another man's word for everything. Besides, I feel uneasy. It may be a premonition. I'd better take a precaution.
Thinking this, Jing Huannian pushed open the door to the rear quarters of the General's Residence.
He held a cup of wine.
A cup of Bloodlight-colored wine.
"You're here, Daoist."
Inside, Chen Fangtai sat up in bed and pushed aside the two innocent-looking women beside him, both shapely and draped in gauze. He rose without a stitch of clothing, smiling without the slightest embarrassment.