Camel bells mingled with cries from foreign lands, echoing through the chaotic market streets.
The three walked down the street. Stealing a moment of leisure, Xie Jinhuan even bought a few popular Northern Zhou books, only to discover that the unofficial histories written by Northern Zhou busybodies were even wilder than those in the Southern Dynasty.
For instance, when Huang Songjia, Sect Master of the Divination Sect, and Lü Yan had gone together to vie for opportunities in the Phoenix Mausoleum, the two had been trapped underground, moistening each other with their last drops of spit...
?
Xie Jinhuan flipped through a few pages, feeling that his eyes, freshly cleansed by Senior Bu's soft, fair, rosy flesh, had been dirtied again. He tossed the wretched book aside and asked:
"Speaking of which, has Lü Yan really disappeared?"
Jiang Xian rather resembled an inquisitive child. Holding a book herself, she was reading "The Goddess of War outwits Little Qixia." At his question, she replied:
"Someone like Old Immortal Lü probably wouldn't come to any harm. My guess is he slipped out for a stroll. He chased you around beating you, Young Master Xie, and you're still worried about him?"
Xie Jinhuan shook his head. "I'm not worried. It's just that I'd barely clashed with Elder Lü and confiscated the Fire-Command Edict when he vanished off the face of the earth. I'm bound to be the prime suspect. That's rather troublesome."
Bu Yuehua had her hands folded at her waist as she admired the sights of this foreign land. The little incident earlier had disturbed the lake of her heart, and she had remained silent along the way. Only now did she interject:
"Someone like Lü Yan is unlikely to be disposed of without a sound. Perhaps he really did leave without