After the heavenly Dao proclamation ended, Nong Zhiwei and the dozen or so other Traveler disciples left the Punishment Hall's main hall looking delighted. They had just received their latest assignment: secretly escort Cao Shouyi, the manager of the Seven Friends Restaurant, out of the Heavenly Capital within a set time.
At the entrance, Third Seat Cloud Sea stood inside the threshold, his hands behind his back. Gazing up at the drifting clouds and blazing sun, he narrowed his eyes and sighed. "Old Cao has had a bitter life. His Great Dao was cut short, he has no children, and now even the little business he worked so hard to build has reached its end. Ah, the Heavenly Capital is no blessed land. Perhaps leaving is for the best...!"
It was a deeply human lament, a little blunt, even a little naive, and nothing like something the powerful Myriad Spirits First Seat would say.
The anonymous letter must have come from the Second Seat's disciples. If they dared do this, they must have solid evidence that Chu Meidan was a "hidden mole" from the Rising Moon Sect. They might even have reported it to Fulong Pavilion already.
Before Chu Meidan "disappeared," he had maintained close contact with Cao Shouyi, often helping the Third Seat "deliver medicine and collect meals." To Fulong Pavilion, such frequent contact at fixed places and times would certainly seem abnormal, and there was bound to be something fishy about it.
It was only a matter of time before Fulong Pavilion and the Second Seat's people traced things back to Old Cao. Cloud Sea knew perfectly well that Old Cao had his own little secrets, but he did not want to ask, much less hear them. He only wanted to get him out of the Heavenly Capital