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"Junior Brother, you arrived so early," Gan Yuan remarked. "I don't deny it," he added, looking around. "Where's Yushi Xin? Why am I only seeing you?"
From a distance, the Old Blacksmith spotted Gan Yuan walking alongside the cart driver. It was their first meeting, and the Old Blacksmith recognized him immediately. He set down his hammer and went to greet him.
Although he was two or three decades older than Gan Yuan, he was just an Outer Sect Disciple, while Gan Yuan held a higher status. Now that he couldn't even return to the Sect, he feared offending Gan Yuan might jeopardize his own position at the Jincheng Blacksmith Shop. It was best to be courteous.
Bu Luo puzzled the Old Blacksmith; he had received word from the Sect that a group was coming, yet only Gan Yuan had arrived. Surely there were others behind him, he thought. His suspicions were soon confirmed by Gan Yuan's words.
The other brothers were further back; he had rushed here overnight. "So, what news do you have?" he asked.
Gan Yuan pulled out a piece of silver and handed it to the cart driver, then waved him away. He turned to the Old Blacksmith and inquired about the situation in Jincheng.
The person named Gu Pingren was indeed in Jincheng, though his exact whereabouts were still unknown. Bu Luo should be able to find out soon enough. According to reports from the palace's Eye Line, Gu Pingren had entered the palace around noon yesterday.
"Oh, the Great Jin Yang Family," the Old Blacksmith mused. "With Zhai Liao's Incident, the Sect should be able to free up resources to address that issue."
"At around noon yesterday, that young man named Gu Ping visited the Blacksmith Shop. Based on information from our Jade Void Sect brothers, it seems he went to our shop first before heading to the palace and then on to Jinhuang Temple."
The Old Blacksmith hesitated for a moment before telling Gan Yuan about Gu Ping's visit to the Blacksmith Shop yesterday.
Gan Yuan looked at him with a flash of surprise in his eyes before asking, "What did he ask me about?"
The Old Blacksmith thought for a moment and replied logically, "He asked about events that occurred in Jincheng twenty years ago."
I spoke to him.
No.
The Old Blacksmith shook his head repeatedly, indicating that he hadn't told Gu Ping anything. Gan Yuan believed the Old Blacksmith's words and didn't ask much about the matter.
What kind of person did he think he was?
Gan Yuan walked over to the Old Blacksmith by the forge, seemingly interested in the tools used for blacksmithing. He picked up the Great Hammer and swung it a few times. Without using any spiritual power, Gan Yuan found it somewhat strenuous to wield the hefty Great Hammer, so he put it down after a few swings.
The Old Blacksmith pondered for a moment, then said, "He's just an ordinary person, nothing special about him. If there is something special, it's his eyes. For some reason, they seem devoid of spirit, showing no emotion at all."
Eyes devoid of spirit—perhaps he was so frightened that he lost his wits. Gan Yuan thought to himself; after all, how could an ordinary person have witnessed such a formation?
"Junior Brother, you're joking," he said. "If someone from Feiyuxuzong were to come, they could easily go to Lingyuan Pavilion and take a look. That would probably be enough to drive anyone mad. He must be planning something."
Oh.
Gan Yuan didn't respond but fell into deep thought. How could an ordinary person know about the Feiyuxuzong stronghold? It was quite a significant matter; twenty years ago, something happened that even he, as an Outer Sect Disciple, wasn't fully aware of. Moreover, as a Great Jin person, what forces were behind him that he didn't know about? That Gu Ping fellow seemed to be quietly involved in something.
At that moment, Gan Yuan, who had initially been filled with confidence, felt a hint of doubt creeping in. However, regardless of anything else, since he had already been there, there was no reason or time to go back and prepare.
Then let's go take a look.
It was time to get up; the sun was already shining brightly. Gu Ping woke up early and had breakfast with the monks in the temple. He soon discovered that Ling Chanzi's Little Monk had not yet risen and hurried back to the room to wake up that little lazybones.
Ling Chanzi rubbed his eyes, stretched lazily, and yawned. In the sweltering summer heat, he even covered his head with the blanket again, seemingly unbothered by the warmth.
Gu Ping shook his head and leaned closer to Little Monk, whispering softly, "If I don't get up soon, the Abbot will come over and hit me with the ruler."
Startled, Ling Chanzi quickly threw off the blanket, got dressed, and rushed towards the main hall. He glanced back at Gu Ping, who was shaking his head. Ling Chanzi pondered whether he should bring along the innocent Little Monk. After all, would it be right to involve someone so naive in such matters?
He was finally up.
The Abbot watched as Ling Chanzi dashed into the dining room with a fond expression. It had been a long time since new disciples had arrived at Jinhuang Temple, and everyone was quite fond of that amusing Little Guy.
After greeting the Abbot, Ling Chanzi hurriedly grabbed a bun to eat. Without waiting for the Abbot to speak, he dashed towards the scripture hall where Gu Ping was. The sight of Ling Chanzi's antics made the monks tidying up in the dining room burst into laughter, though the Abbot maintained a serious demeanor.
Understanding Gu Ping's situation well, Old Abbot noticed that when Gu Ping was alone, his face bore a frown. It was clear that the young man likely had something weighing on his mind. At that moment, Ling Chanzi followed Gu Ping without realizing what was truly going on.
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