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“No... no... it’s impossible!” Mr. Bao, in a drunken stupor, waved his hand to interrupt Zhu Chi.
“Alas! Let’s hope so,” Zhu Chi sighed and shook his head. Although they had known each other for many years, their interactions had been few. Four years ago, Mr. Bao suddenly appeared at his Huo Lou, asking for help with a matter related to the medicinal ingredient he needed. It was no secret that Zhu Chi required Fire Lotus, and he had invested considerable effort in this pursuit over the years, so he agreed to assist. When Mo Wen showed up at Huo Lou, Zhu Chi was genuinely surprised. Had it not been for Mr. Bao confirming things from the shadows, he would not have believed he could encounter such a person in such a remote corner of the continent. With a mindset of giving it a try, he entrusted the task of finding Fire Lotus to the disguised young man.
After the storm passed, Zhu Chi had lost all hope regarding the earlier commission. Each storm was a disaster for explorers who could not evacuate from Lava Sea; he did not believe that young man was still alive. It wasn’t until Mr. Bao returned to inquire whether the young man had come back that Zhu Chi recalled the commission from four years ago, but he did not pay it much mind. However, Mr. Bao began visiting frequently and eventually settled in without leaving, which made Zhu Chi feel that something was amiss with his old acquaintance’s unusual behavior.
“That kid absolutely cannot die on Old Man’s territory,” Mr. Bao slurred, clearly intoxicated, before clutching his wine flask and falling asleep. Zhu Chi was familiar with this phrase; whether sober or drunk, it was what Mr. Bao said most often. He had wanted to ask about the reason behind it multiple times, but Mr. Bao remained tight-lipped as always.
Zhu Chi stood up and gazed at the night sky illuminated by the red glow of the lava in the distance. Compared to the commission from four years ago, he was now more worried about his daughter. She had gone missing after the storm—more precisely, she had entered Lava Sea. Although it was now certain that she was not in immediate danger, prolonged exposure could lead to situations he did not wish to see.
“Old Zhu! Don’t frown like that; Old Man has calculated for your precious daughter. With Noble Person’s assistance on this journey, she will surely return... return...” Mr. Bao swayed over to Zhu Chi’s side and reached out to pat his shoulder but ended up poking his arm due to their height difference.
“Forget it; every generation has its own fortune.” With a long sigh, Zhu Chi flicked his sleeves and turned back to his desk.
“That’s more like it,” Mr. Bao said with a look of approval upon seeing Zhu Chi’s demeanor and followed him back to the desk, where he promptly laid down and fell asleep. Watching Mr. Bao like this did not surprise Zhu Chi at all; he sipped his tea quietly, lost in thought.
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“Junior brother, that kid has been underground for quite some time; aren’t you concerned?” The Taoist looked at Lu Xun, who today was unusually serious, sitting upright at the desk.
“Ahem! In response to senior brother, I am anxious too, but we can’t get into that place...” Lu Xun glanced at the White-Clad Woman drinking tea nearby and cleared his throat before answering seriously.
“Speak plainly!” The Taoist frowned; he was unaccustomed to Lu Xun’s current demeanor. He had hoped his junior brother would shed his lazy habits; now it seemed that the old ways were still more pleasing to the eye.
“Hehe! Senior brother, I’m just...” Lu Xun extended a finger in front of him and subtly pointed behind him as if indicating to his brother that he too was being forced into this situation.
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