The morning after his storytelling at the Tan residence, Yi Shuyuan transformed into Long Feiyang again and took Zhuo Qing, now restored to her true appearance, to Harbor City's Thirteen Pavilion Quarter.
The closer they drew to the Thirteen Pavilion Quarter, the more nervous Zhuo Qing became.
While wandering the streets over the past few days, Zhuo Qing had spotted people from the Cloud Fragrance Pavilion searching the city several times. Her appearance had been so different, however, that they had failed to recognize her even when they passed her head-on.
Once they entered the peach grove, Zhuo Qing, who was sticking close beside Yi Shuyuan, finally could not help voicing her worry.
"Hero Long, will the people you mentioned actually come?"
Before Yi Shuyuan could answer, Hui Mian, who had already grown familiar with Zhuo Qing, spoke up with a grin.
"What are you afraid of? Even if that fellow Tan breaks his word and sends nobody, could the Thirteen Pavilion Quarter possibly stop the master? Forget immortal arts-his martial skills alone could beat the shit and piss out of them! Hah! Hyah! Hah!"
As Hui Mian spoke, he stood on Yi Shuyuan's shoulder and waved his paws in little boxing motions. He looked decidedly comical, but the effect was surprisingly reassuring, and a smile appeared on Zhuo Qing's face.
"Don't worry. This little matter of ours isn't worth Tan Yuanshang breaking his word over."
As they spoke, Yi Shuyuan and Zhuo Qing were already nearing the Cloud Fragrance Pavilion's entrance, and she visibly pressed closer to him.
"If you're truly afraid, I could also take your appearance."
Zhuo Qing hastily shook her head upon hearing that.
"Although I would love to see you become that veiled big sister again, this is my own affair. I can't let you