"Let us forgo today's banquet."
On the fourth day, Zheng Zhaoling declined the Cloud Marsh God's invitation in person.
"Were some of the entertainments not to your liking?" The Cloud Marsh God's eyes rippled with autumnal allure, its expression seemingly a little aggrieved.
Zheng Zhaoling shook her head gently. Looking at the Cloud Marsh God's slightly surprised expression, she added:
"I came on orders from my sect, with a task to carry out. Neither sentiment nor reason would justify my continually accepting banquets to the sect. I hope you will understand."
The Cloud Marsh God lowered its eyes and said softly:
"You could have told us sooner that you had a task. Cloud Dream Marsh would naturally help relieve Cloud Dream Pavilion's worries and difficulties. Whatever it is, you need only say the word, and everyone in Cloud Dream Marsh will do as you ask."
"I already stated my task before: inspection, nothing more," Zheng Zhaoling said calmly. "I came alone this time, so naturally I must conduct the inspection myself."
"I won't be attending any further banquets. If I need any help, I won't stand on ceremony."
Hearing this, the Cloud Marsh God said nothing more on the matter. It nodded gently and said:
"In that case, I won't hold up your task."
After a pause, the Cloud Marsh God added, as though emphasizing its point:
"After all, Cloud Dream Marsh belongs to Cloud Dream Pavilion. To speak without standing on ceremony, we demons count as half-members of Cloud Dream Pavilion too."
Zheng Zhaoling gave an understanding smile, nodded gently, and cupped her hands in a salute before turning to leave.
It seemed she had understood what the Cloud Marsh God wanted to emphasize.
The Cloud Marsh God said nothing further, merely watching Zheng Zhaoling's brisk, confident retreating figure.