Xiaoqiu said, "Wu Yunsu is right. If this had happened to me, Aotian-ge would never have fallen apart like I have. As a cultivator, even if I'm sad, I can't stay sad forever. His Highness isn't here, and something has happened to Aotian-ge. As Aotian-ge's second-favorite person, I have a responsibility to find out the whole story."
Zhiguan said, "We could ask the Chan Sect to intervene."
Xiaoqiu said, "None of us are formal disciples of the Chan Sect. Honestly, I don't think they'll get involved."
Most of them had come to the Chan Sect to study. They were called Chan Sect disciples to make it sound nice, but in truth, they were free to come and go. Although the Chan Sect provided cultivation resources and protection, that protection had its limits.
Just then, Wu Yunsu came running back. Holding his Jade Token, he barely stopped in front of Xiaoqiu and opened his palm toward him. He had threaded a red cord through the Jade Token, with one end wound around the base of his slender finger. The Jade Token dropped and swung a few times in midair. "I passed," he told Xiaoqiu.
Xiaoqiu looked closely and saw the unmistakable character for "suffering" on the Jade Token. With mixed feelings, he said, "You actually passed on your first try?"
Wu Yunsu smiled as though nothing were amiss. "It seems my talent is slightly better than yours."
Xiaoqiu was in no mood to banter with him. He merely said, "I'm going to cultivate."
He turned and entered the dormitory, throwing himself onto Aotian-ge's bed. Seven days had passed, and the traces of Aotian-ge's scent lingering there had begun to slowly fade.
Zhiguan watched him enter the dormitory, then lowered his voice and said to Wu Yunsu, "Y-you need to keep a