As the saying went, no feast under heaven lasted forever.
After arriving, the White Tiger Marquis personally took charge aboard the official ship, bringing the Zuo family ashore at Wang'an City's eastern wharf before heading with them to the Dali Temple.
Du Yunlai, however, bade farewell and left at the wharf.
He had fulfilled his promise to Wu Meiniang, escorting the Zuo family safely into the capital.
Whatever happened to the Zuo family next had nothing to do with him.
Du Yunlai had already used Message Talismans to arrange a gathering with several old friends in the Capital City and booked a restaurant. He wanted to meet them as soon as possible and catch up after their separation.
Sikong Xin also left at the entrance to the Dali Temple.
Her sect was in the North, a small, secluded sect called the Divine Yin Sect.
The Divine Yin Sect's mountain headquarters was not far from Wang'an City, only a little over two thousand li away.
It was a small, impoverished sect with fewer than three hundred members in total.
Its disciples either worked as assassins for major assassin organizations or served as bodyguards for powerful aristocratic clans.
Still, the Divine Yin Sect possessed a fairly complete inheritance of cultivation arts. Both its core Origin Power arts offered a direct path to the third rank.
Sikong Xin was already impatient to return to her sect and exchange for the secret medicinal formula needed to advance to the upper sixth grade.
Chu Xisheng, meanwhile, watched Zuo Qingyun and the others being escorted into the Dali Temple's prison with his own eyes before turning to leave.
Ji Qianqian followed behind him. "Hall Master, where are we going next? If you intend to keep your appointment with Wang Ming, we'll need to find somewhere to