The thought of wearing Mithril armor and wielding the Orichalcum Saber set Pan Long's blood racing.
He waited a day, but no new word came. After discussing matters with Tang Jingzhe and the others, he left them to gather intelligence and plan their next move. Then he rose on the wind and flew toward the Eastern Sea.
After all, his chief duty as Wind-Observing Envoy was to break the ice and resolve the thorny problems the Wind Patrol Envoys could not handle. Under ordinary circumstances, there was no need for him to step in.
Watching Pan Long fly away, Tang Jingzhe could not help laughing. "Our Wind-Observing Envoy did come from the Martial World. He walks the straight path and is a hero who stands tall beneath heaven, but all that piecemeal work really doesn't suit him."
"If I had a choice, I'd be riding through the Martial World too, settling grudges to my heart's content. I'd ride the wind ten thousand miles, howl at the moon, and chase the sun. I don't want to wear myself out over paperwork either!" Shang Man sighed.
Even Liu Yunqing nodded. "Neither do I."
Tang Jingzhe had no answer. Raised in the world of letters and long accustomed to traditional bureaucratic work, he truly had little in common with his three colleagues, who were brimming with the spirit of Martial World heroes.
Pan Long rode the wind until dusk, finally reaching the lonely island where the Worldly Retreat stood.
Before he could enter, Lanling Kuang appeared in front of him.
"You've come at just the right time," Lanling Kuang said. "Little Bi Bird failed in her seclusion and has been sulking. Go cheer her up. Better yet, give her another lesson."
Pan Long was startled. She failed in her seclusion? Wasn't that terrible?