In Yuzhou City, Chu Xingchen and Yaoqin were on their way to the Demon-Suppression Bureau.
The two walked side by side down the somewhat deserted street.
After some thought, Chu Xingchen still asked in puzzlement, "Why did you suddenly want to hunt Evil Cultivators again?"
"Evil Cultivators deserve to die," Yaoqin said succinctly.
"...And the truth?"
At that, Yaoqin calmly turned her gaze toward Chu Xingchen beside her.
Chu Xingchen obligingly replied, "They certainly do deserve to die."
Forget it. Yaoqin hadn't asked so many questions when she helped me, either.
And so Chu Xingchen fell silent as they walked.
After they had walked for a while, Yaoqin suddenly spoke, saying something out of the blue:
"One day, the great roc shall rise with the wind."
Chu Xingchen glanced sideways at Yaoqin. Her expression hadn't changed in the slightest, and she wasn't looking at him.
He thought carefully, then answered, "And soar ninety thousand miles into the sky?"
"That's what you said when you first met me." Yaoqin tightened her grip on her sword, her gaze fixed on the road ahead. "Those verses inspired me then. I consider myself the great roc. What about you?"
Did that even need asking?
Chu Xingchen smiled confidently. "Naturally, so do I."
Yaoqin glanced at Chu Xingchen. "Then we'll have to meet again ninety thousand miles above."
Chu Xingchen paused at her words, then smiled. "Naturally."
The two said little for the rest of the journey. They reached the Demon-Suppression Bureau's entrance; Zhao Wanqing had brought Chu Xingchen inside earlier that day and had even personally seen him out with great respect.
The guards at the entrance didn't stop them. After all, they were neither fools nor blind. They didn't even intend to announce their arrival, merely saying:
"Please go right in. Captain Zhao