After three rounds of wine...
Han Yuan and the other two bade Qin Ming farewell. "Fellow Daoist Lu, the three of us still need to return to the Myriad Paths Trading Alliance headquarters to report in, so we cannot linger here any longer. Let us leave it at that for today—we'll be going first."
"To make a living this way, we're forever rushing about on the road. It truly can't be helped!"
"Very well. Since the three of you have important duties to attend to, Lu will not detain you. If there is another chance, you may come to Mirror Snow Pavilion and join Lu for a gathering," Qin Ming said as he rose and returned the cupped fist salute.
"If Fellow Daoist Lu has the time, you may also visit the Myriad Paths Trading Alliance in Central Continent. The three of us would welcome you most warmly," Liu Ye said with a smile like a blooming flower.
"Fellow Daoist Lu, please stay. There is no need to see us off," Gao Feng said as he bade Qin Ming goodbye as well.
"The three of us often come to the Southern Domain on assignments. I believe we will meet again soon, hahaha!"
"So, Fellow Daoist Lu need not stand on ceremony."
"Then I wish all of you a smooth journey."
After parting ways with Han Yuan and the others, Qin Ming did not head directly to Mirror Snow Pavilion's branch within the market district.
Instead, he followed the crisscrossing streets of Spirit Ruins Market District, weaving this way and that until he arrived before the largest pavilion.
The building was extravagantly grand, resplendent in gold and jade, its eaves carved with dragons and phoenixes. On the plaque at its center were three characters written in soaring, dancing strokes—Thousand Machines