The Black Tortoise Kingdom's Capital City was bustling.
It grew even livelier when the Black Tortoise Kingdom hosted its Central Province banquet, though this bustle was somewhat unusual.
The banquet was at night. Great red lanterns hung high along Black Tortoise Main Street, lighting the pitch-black night as brightly as day.
The two Golden Core reception elders followed closely behind Chu Xingchen and the others.
Wen Qing looked at Qiu Ling, his gaze questioning-had she explained everything clearly?
Qiu Ling nodded without much confidence.
Over the past few days, she had never seen Chu Xingchen actually take out the precautions she had written and read them.
But she had done everything she could. If anything really went wrong, there was nothing she could do about it.
These past days, aside from Li Yingling occasionally taking Chen Baiqing out shopping, Chu Xingchen and Li Xingtian had rarely gone out.
Most of the time, they merely sat in chairs, drinking a couple of cups of wine in relative silence. Neither spoke much.
Watching them, even Li Yingling wondered whether her master had taken to learning from her junior brother instead.
Li Yingling had always liked a little bustle, but bustle forcibly piled together felt rather dull.
There were plenty of people on Vermilion Bird Avenue, and many vendors had set out exquisite wares.
But not a single mortal dared approach the middle of the road. Even their hawking was only for the sake of creating a lively atmosphere, and very few people on the street dared look toward these Central Province disciples.
They were clearly seasoned actors.
Every few steps, armored soldiers watched them and saluted.
Chu Xingchen paid little mind to it. Dressed in the clothes his eldest disciple had given him, he walked toward the imperial palace at ease.
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