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Yuntie County.
Tongxiang Inn.
Is this it?
Yes, yes, my demon friends said they are staying here.
This is Yuntie County, the closest town to Yezhou. Most of the townsfolk make a living by blacksmithing, and the Ouyang Family often assigns them some trivial tasks they are too lazy to do themselves.
Don't think those trivial tasks are insignificant; everyone in town has work and earns money. Just look at this Tongxiang Inn, a county-level inn that is far more upscale than any we stayed at in other states.
Outside Tongxiang Inn, the guards from The Office of Censors were imposing, each with a stern expression, looking very serious. It was the first time Sang Qingxiao had seen them working outside, and they appeared quite authoritative.
Seeing familiar faces, Li Cu jumped onto Qilang's shoulder and said, "I heard you booked the whole inn. We came to join you; can we stay together?"
Qilang looked at Sang Qingxiao and her group, his eyes lighting up with joy. Of course, there was room for them.
Then he shot a very aggrieved glance at Sang Qingxiao and said, "Miss Sang, our master is injured."
"Then why aren't you rushing to attend to him?"
"Master thinks I talk too much and only left Qi Shuo, that quiet one."
Qilang led the group into the inn, showering them with compliments all the way. When they reached their master’s door, he perked up again and announced, "Master, I’ve brought Miss Sang to you!"
Qi Shuo opened the door and nodded at Sang Qingxiao and the others, inviting them in.
Misha greeted them before going off to find Qilang to arrange accommodations. Qi Xiaomian then shooed Qi Shuo out as well, leaving only Sang Qingxiao and the Old Vine nestled in her hairpin.
Finally free from them! One chattering away and the other sulking; they lingered around me every day, making it hard for me to heal quickly.
Sang Qingxiao sat on a wooden stool by the bed. Qilang said, "You’re injured."
As he spoke, he leaned over to take a look at the wound on his back that had been treated and left exposed; it looked like it had been burned by fire. "Did you go into Yezhou?"
"Yes, I went in for a look. At that time, I was searching for clues among the ruins when a great fire suddenly erupted from the extinguished debris. Strangely enough, it had just rained heavily an hour before, and there was still water pooling on the ground."
"Do you think it was caused by evil spirits?"
"Seems like it. Fortunately, I had heard some rumors and insisted on going in myself; otherwise, my warriors would have suffered at least half casualties."
"Was that fire really that fierce?"
"It caught people completely off guard."
In the brief moments of conversation, Qi Xiaomian was also using a Magic Technique to heal his injuries. Once he felt he had recovered enough, he allowed Old Vine to help him wrap a layer of gauze around his wounds. It looked as if he had been seriously hurt, but in reality, the injuries had already healed.
Qi Xiaomian moved his stiff limbs and noticed Sang Qingxiao staring at him intently without blinking. He chuckled and said, "Is it really appropriate for you to just watch me without a shirt on like this?"
"Am I not allowed to look?" Sang Qingxiao quickly realized and added, "Oh, it seems like it's not permitted here. Should I turn my head now? Is it too late?"
Qi Xiaomian laughed out loud. "Just be mindful in the future. Even if you don't feel shy, you still shouldn't look."
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