It was almost December, and the weather was already bitterly cold. The underfloor heating had made the office warm and cozy.
Yue Wen had originally thought that, since they were all cultivators anyway, perhaps they could skip paying for heating this year and save some money. Then he reconsidered. It was fine if he froze, but letting his customers freeze wouldn't be so good.
Qi Dian was still wearing his White Martial Arts Uniform, his bangs falling at an angle across his forehead, his aloof expression the very picture of a righteous sect disciple.
The three sat together, eating the takeout Qi Dian had just ordered.
Yue Wen had genuinely intended to treat Qi Dian this time, but Qi Dian insisted that, since he had come to the office to ask for their help, they had to let him pay.
Yue Wen and Zhao Xing'er could only surrender this precious opportunity to order takeout to him, with the greatest reluctance.
Then they ate the meal in anguish.
"Here's what happened," Qi Dian said as he ate. "A couple of days ago, while I was patrolling for the Demon Race, I saw a very pitiful-looking older woman outside City Seven Vocational College. Her son had gone missing, and it could very well involve an evil spirit incident. I asked around afterward, and it seemed this wasn't something I could handle alone. First, I went back to my sect for help, but after hearing about it, my master forbade me from getting involved. That meant none of my fellow disciples dared come help either."
"What happened?" Zhao Xing'er asked directly. "Is it that scary?"
"It isn't the incident itself that's scary. It involves a fairly powerful force in City Seven," Qi Dian said. "The Three Wen Society."
"The Three Wen Society?!" Yue