Several groups of visitors came to Liang Qilüe's little house that afternoon.
At first, someone knocked almost every incense stick's worth of time. Later, the interval shrank to the time it took to drink a cup of tea.
Liang Qilüe racked his brains without figuring out why, and finally turned a suspicious gaze on Jiang Yanchuan across from him.
Jiang Yanchuan lifted the corners of his lips with remarkable good humor. "Please don't misunderstand, General Liang. My people have been in the courtyard all afternoon. They haven't done anything."
Liang Qilüe: "..."
That was more or less true.
The military generals who had entered the valley with Jiang Yanchuan were right there in the room. They hadn't left his sight all afternoon, so naturally, they'd had no opportunity to sneak out and stir up trouble.
And that monk with his strong Martial World air had been sent to follow the little girl discreetly. He was probably still in Sixth Son's courtyard, and didn't seem like the sort to do something like this.
But...
Whenever he tried to ask those people why they had come, Jiang Yanchuan abruptly cut him off and told them to hurry back and prepare.
They actually obeyed him, too, nodding and heading straight back.
He hadn't managed to get a single explanation out of them.
It was suspicious no matter how he looked at it.
This continued until dinnertime.
Determined to get to the bottom of it, Liang Qilüe refused the meal delivered to his courtyard every day, rose, and headed to the dining hall with Jiang Yanchuan and the others.
Before he even entered, he sensed that the atmosphere in the dining hall was decidedly strange.
The valley's residents had lived together for a long time and knew one another well. Judging by the few