The Martial Arts Gathering's venue had been set in Moon City. After all, there was plenty of room there to spread out. This also let everyone at the Yuanjiang County offices breathe a great sigh of relief. Had the gathering really been held in Yuanjiang County, they would have had no idea what to do.
The Martial Soul Sky Drum sounded for a while every evening. Yi Shuyuan discovered that people truly were remarkably adaptable. After a stretch of initial excitement and apprehension, he had already grown used to it.
"Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom."
The drum was sounding again. As for why it sounded just before nightfall, perhaps it was meant to cow evil spirits.
In any case, Yi Shuyuan felt no effect whatsoever. He sat at a desk in the archives, writing smoothly. These past two days, things had quieted down for him again, and he had begun catching up on the work he had left undone.
"With all this commotion over the Martial Arts Gathering, I wonder if A Fei will come? Has that lad made peace with his family? Come to think of it, I've been working here so long, yet I still haven't delivered on the pie I dangled before my eldest nephew. What other tasty dishes does Tongxin Pavilion have? Soaking in that big bathhouse was pretty comfortable, too. Why did I hardly ever use it before?"
Yi Shuyuan divided his attention among several things, checking documents as his brush raced across the paper, while stray thoughts wandered through his mind and he muttered to himself.
Just then, Yi Shuyuan suddenly raised his head and glanced toward the door. He heard footsteps already drawing near, and before long, Chu Hang came striding over with an oil-paper parcel in his hands.