Lanzhu, however, saw nothing strange about what he had said and continued, "Oh, right, didn't you say you were going to the Border Region too, Brother Boqi?"
At this, Song Yan looked toward the figure on the right middle finger.
What was going on lately? Why were so many people from the Central Region coming to this miserable little backwater?
Boqi still said nothing, his head slightly lowered in contemplation. There was no telling what he was thinking.
Silence suddenly fell within the realm.
Lanzhu pressed, "Brother Boqi?"
"Uh-"
Boqi seemed to awaken from some train of thought, his voice apologetic. "Sorry, my mind wandered just now."
"What were you saying?"
"..."
Boqi's voice was fairly androgynous, and his figure gave no indication of his sex either. But since Lanzhu called him brother, he was probably a male cultivator.
"I said, aren't you going to the Border Region too?"
Lanzhu repeated himself. "Might you two run into each other?"
"Mm-probably not. I'm not going to the Border Region."
Boqi glanced at Song Yan. "I'm going to Junping."
In fact, looking at the map of the entire Central Region, the Tang Court's Junping Prefecture and the Chu Kingdom were indeed quite close.
Some people in the Chu Kingdom called Junping Prefecture "the only point where the Border Region meets the Tang Court," but in truth, it was still a hundred and eight thousand li from the Chu Kingdom.
Most of the time, people only said this to gild their own faces.
"Oh, that's a shame-"
At this point, Cuoduan continued his introduction to Song Yan. "Fellow Daoist Jiazuo, according to historical records, these gods vanished long ago."
"So for those of us from the ends of the earth to gather here is a kind of fate."
"There's no need to shoulder