Over the course of applying the medicine, Hou Niao became acquainted with all the senior brothers in the Town Office in this fashion.
Yao He suddenly became talkative. Hou Niao knew it was not relief at having finished applying the medicine, but because that slap of his had scratched Senior Brother Yao right where he itched.
What a strange state of affairs...
Yinling was a town district with very little presence, at least in terms of the economy of the entire continent; yet it was also a very special place to certain people who regarded danger as a trial.
"Fifteen Quanzhen Disciples are stationed in Yinling altogether: two in the Bridge Linking Realm, five in the Grain Avoidance Realm, and eight in the Foundation Cultivation Realm. Here, we concern ourselves only with slaying demons and destroying ghosts, leaving the people's livelihoods to the clans. That's the sect's overall strategy, as well as a choice forced upon us."
Hou Niao nodded. "I noticed. People here don't hold us in quite the same awe as people elsewhere."
In Yao He's room, his senior brother poured him a cup of wine. "Try the local wine. There's no shortage of grain here, but transporting it is very difficult. Since it can't be stored forever, all they can do is turn it into wine.
"Several wines brewed at Fang Family Fort are famous locally, and people often come from other towns to buy them. You have to admit, transporting this stuff takes much less effort than transporting grain."
Hou Niao smiled. "I heard even Yinling's demons and ghosts enjoy drinking?"
Yao He shrugged and gave a helpless smile. "What can you do? It's the local specialty. Over the centuries, Yinling has acquired another name: Wine Tomb."
Yao He was a drunkard himself, pouring his own