“Get ready. In three days, I’ll take you to meet someone.”
Wen Li’s words pulled both Zongzheng Huangyue and Gu Linshu back to reality.
Gu Linshu asked in confusion, “Who?”
“Wangquan Chumo.”
Upon hearing the name 'Wangquan,' Zongzheng Huangyue’s heart skipped a beat. She couldn't help but ask, “Master, did you specifically bring me and Third Senior Brother to Wanbeiwu for this person?”
Wangquan Sheng was currently in Beiqiong Kingdom. If they were to meet again...
She couldn't kill him; she could only continue to play along.
“It’s not just because of him; your opportunity is also here.” Wen Li knew what she was thinking. She took the girl’s massaging hands and gave them a gentle pat. “You will go too in three days. This man’s alchemy techniques are exquisite; he can heal your legs.”
Zongzheng Huangyue nodded slowly. “Yes.”
She would never question her master’s decisions; she knew her master would arrange everything for the best.
Since her master had said she would pave a path to the heavens for them, she only needed to follow it.
...
Three days later.
Gu Linshu pushed Zongzheng Huangyue’s wheelchair down from the flying boat. Once Wen Li landed, she waved her hand, and the vessel vanished.
The three of them arrived in front of the shop named “Virus-Toppling Pharmacy.”
Gu Linshu was stunned. He looked at Wen Li and asked, “Master, did you open this spirit herb shop?”
Among the spirit herbs his master had asked him to buy that day, several were only sold here in Wanbeiwu. He had also been right here when he was captured and knocked unconscious.
Back then, when he saw the shop’s name, he had a strange feeling that if his master were to open a shop, she would definitely give it such an odd name. He hadn't expected there to actually be a connection.
“I didn't open it; an old friend did. However, I did come up with the name. I only charged him the price of a single meal.”
Wen Li led the two forward. Today, the owner seemed to know guests were coming, as no barrier had been set up.
She kicked the door open and walked straight in.
Thud!
Fortunately, the wooden door was sturdy; it didn't fly off its hinges, though the panels rattled violently.
“...”
Weren’t they here to see an old friend? Kicking the door open so readily... are you sure we aren't here to pick a fight?
Gu Linshu had finally realized that his master didn't have the habit of knocking; she was the same with everyone.
Zongzheng Huangyue was already used to her master’s overbearing nature. Her lips curved slightly as her mood suddenly brightened. She looked at the still-dazed Gu Linshu and said, “Senior Brother, let’s go in.”
“Oh.”
Wangquan Chumo had already prepared the tea, anticipating their arrival. Knowing exactly who it was the moment he heard the kick, he kept his head down while pouring the freshly brewed tea, speaking in a soft voice without looking up.
“If that door breaks, I’ll have to ask Senior to compensate me. This is a small business; it can’t handle such abuse.”
Wen Li strode in and sat across from him. “You knew I was coming yet you kept the door closed. You can't blame me for that.”
She picked up the tea he pushed toward her and drained it in one gulp.
Wangquan Chumo shook his head with a slight sigh. “It can’t be helped. Wanbeiwu hasn't been peaceful lately. The wind is thick with the scent of sand and blood; it’s a bit unpleasant.”
Seeing this, Gu Linshu and Zongzheng Huangyue understood that their relationship was more than that of ordinary old friends, yet it was also very subtle. He called their master 'Senior,' yet their master didn't treat him like a junior, but rather with the attitude of an equal.
In particular, Gu Linshu recalled that Wen Li hadn't dared to drink the tea Lou Yan offered, yet she could directly drink the water given by this man wearing a silver mask over the lower half of his face. It seemed his relationship with their master was indeed quite good.
The two of them stepped forward. Instead of sitting, they gave a slight nod as a greeting to Wangquan Chumo.
“Greetings, Senior.”
“This junior is Gu Linshu.”
“This junior is... Zongzheng Huangyue.”
“Oh? You’re a junior of the Zongzheng clan...”
Hearing the last name, Wangquan Chumo—whose upper face, visible above the silver mask, appeared young and handsome—looked up and glanced at Zongzheng Huangyue, who was dressed in simple black and gold robes.
Wen Li had said his descendant, Wangquan Sheng, was blocking her disciple's path. Could it be this disciple?
Zongzheng Huangyue spoke with a faint, composed smile. “Yes. This junior is indeed from Houchi Kingdom.”
Wangquan Chumo nodded slightly and didn't ask further. He simply looked at the two and said casually.
“There’s no need for you two to call me 'Senior.' If we’re going by seniority, you are her disciples, which makes you technically my peers. You can just call me 'Senior Brother.'”
“...”
Gu Linshu and Zongzheng Huangyue were stunned. Can seniority really be calculated like that? They instinctively looked at Wen Li, only to see her drinking her tea without saying a word.
So, they complied. “Yes, Senior Brother.”
“Have a seat. As for you, if you don't want to switch seats, just stay there,” Wangquan Chumo said casually, glancing at Zongzheng Huangyue in her wheelchair.
“Yes.”
Gu Linshu took a seat while Zongzheng Huangyue moved her wheelchair to Wen Li’s side. She didn't interrupt, though she was a bit constrained.
Wen Li had said that the person they were meeting today was once the most powerful swordsman in the Eastern Province.
The most powerful...
The highest-level cultivators in the Eastern Province were at the Soul Formation realm.
To be considered the same rank as a Soul Formation cultivator and have him ask two Foundation Establishment disciples to call him 'Senior Brother' was practically an insult to him.
Yet, Wangquan Chumo had suggested it himself. He didn't care for such empty formalities; he merely looked at Gu Linshu.
“Extend your hand; let me take a look.”
Gu Linshu did as instructed and placed his hand on the edge of the table.
Wangquan Chumo raised his hand to check his pulse.
Gu Linshu was confused. Why check my pulse? He should be checking Junior Sister’s instead.
After a moment, Wangquan Chumo withdrew his hand.
“Not bad. Your meridians are clear, your Qi and blood are abundant, and your internal foundation is steady.”
However, he looked at the youth's slender frame and scholarly appearance with a hint of hesitation.
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