Dong, dong...
The distant evening drums sounded from the Bell and Drum Tower, and lights began coming on throughout Luojing's streets and alleys.
Xie Jinhuan was thrown out of the room by Sister Guo. He straightened his robes a little, not feeling particularly wronged.
After all, without A Piao's help, how could he remove the mark the White-Haired Immortal had left? He had claimed to be helping just now, but all he had done was enjoy himself, and he had even found it rather exciting.
But Sister Guo clearly could not accept showing herself in public with a mark on her bottom. She had issued an ironclad order that he find a way to remove it immediately, or she would return to her family in Northern Zhou.
Xie Jinhuan had no solutions either. For now, only the person who had tied the bell could untie it; he had to find the White-Haired Immortal.
But the White-Haired Immortal had said she was in secluded cultivation. Usually, she was like a divine dragon whose head appeared but whose tail was never seen, and he had no idea where she was...
After thinking a little, Xie Jinhuan decided that Xian'er, as the White-Haired Immortal's Close-Door Disciple, might have a way to contact her. He turned toward Xian'er's room, but halfway there, he saw Qingmo, dressed in snow-white clothes, hurrying toward her own room. When she rounded a corner and came face-to-face with him, she stiffened slightly. After a moment's startled pause, she turned and fled in a panic.
"Huh?"
Naturally puzzled, Xie Jinhuan darted forward to stop Big Momo:
"Why are you hiding from me? It's not like I'm some idler who harasses young wives..."
Linghu Qingmo's face flushed scarlet. She covered the small of her back with a hand and leaned against