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 because he felt relieved now that the medicine had been applied, but because that slap had scratched this Senior Brother Yao right where he itched.
A very strange state of affairs...
Yinling was a town jurisdiction with very little presence, at least in terms of the continent's economy. But it was also a very special place to certain people who regarded danger as a trial.
"Fifteen Quanzhen Disciples are stationed in Yinling: 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. Civil affairs are delegated to the clans. This is the sect's overarching strategy, and also a choice forced upon us."
Hou Niao nodded. "I noticed. The people here don't hold us in as much awe as they do elsewhere."
In Yao He's room, this senior brother poured him a cup of wine. "Try the local wine. There's no shortage of grain here, but transportation is difficult. Since they can't preserve it for long, all they can do is brew it into wine.
"Several fine wines brewed by Fang Family Fort are famous locally. Even people from other towns often come to buy them. You have to admit, transporting this stuff takes much less effort than transporting grain."
Hou Niao smiled. "I heard even the demons and ghosts in Yinling enjoy drinking?"
Yao He shrugged and smiled helplessly. "What can you do? It's the local specialty. After a few hundred years, Yinling acquired another name: Wine Tomb."
Yao He was a drunkard too, pouring and