Seeing Yun Huanling slumped over the table, Wei Yu stood and headed outside.
Yun Chao could not help asking, "Martial Uncle, where are you going?"
Wei Yu paused briefly. "To get another list."
Before Yun Chao could recover from his surprise, Wei Yu had already vanished into the night.
Yun Huanling pouted. "What exactly are A Jiu and your martial uncle up to?"
Yun Chao frowned slightly. His thoughts seemed lost in clouds and mist, without a trace of clarity.
As they spoke, a knock sounded at the door. They turned and saw Su Jiu standing there.
"We can move now."
The night was quiet, with only moonlight spilling its clear radiance. In a room in the City Lord's Residence, a man in green robes sat cross-legged on his bed, his eyes tightly closed. He seemed to be concentrating on cultivation-provided one ignored the intertwined black and red aura surrounding him.
The man was handsome, but his complexion was poor. His face had an unnatural pallor bordering on that of a corpse, with conspicuous bluish-gray shadows beneath his eyes. Had he been an ordinary person, anyone would have thought him terminally ill.
A book floated before him, glowing dark red-a color no normal cultivator's magic treasure would possess.
A young man and a young woman also stood on either side of his bed. Neither seemed to like the other, and they had not exchanged so much as a glance all evening.
The young woman's expression, in particular, could practically have been called frozen.
Before long, the man on the bed opened his eyes. The red glow gradually faded from the book, and it shrank until it was only palm-sized before settling into his hand.
Meanwhile, his other hand drew a small bottle from his Storage Ring.
He removed the