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“No… no… it’s impossible!” Mr. Bao, in a drunken stupor, waved his hand to interrupt Zhu Chi.
“Ah! 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 had suddenly appeared at his Huo Lou, asking for help with a matter related to the medicinal herbs he needed. It was no secret that he required Fire Lotus, and he had invested considerable effort in finding it over the years, so he agreed to assist. When Mo Wen showed up at Huo Lou, Zhu Chi was genuinely surprised. If it weren’t for Mr. Bao confirming things from the shadows, he wouldn’t have believed that 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 couldn’t evacuate from Lava Sea. He didn’t believe that young man was still alive until Mr. Bao returned to inquire if the young man had come back. It was then that Zhu Chi recalled the commission from four years ago but didn’t think much of it. However, Mr. Bao began visiting frequently and eventually decided to stay without leaving, which made Zhu Chi feel that something was amiss with his old acquaintance's behavior.
“That kid absolutely cannot die on Old Man’s territory,” Mr. Bao said drunkenly before falling asleep while clutching his wine flask. Zhu Chi was familiar with this phrase; whether sober or drunk, it was one of Mr. Bao’s most frequently spoken lines. He had wanted to ask about the reason behind it several times, but Mr. Bao remained tight-lipped.
Zhu Chi stood up and gazed at the night sky illuminated red by the lava in the distance. Compared to the commission from four years ago, he was now more concerned about his daughter, who had gone missing after the storm—more accurately, she had entered Lava Sea. Although it could be confirmed that she was not in immediate danger, prolonged exposure would inevitably lead to situations he dreaded.
“Old Zhu! Don’t frown so much; 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; children will have their own fortunes,” Zhu Chi sighed deeply, shaking off his sleeves as he turned back to his desk.
“That’s more like it,” seeing Zhu Chi’s demeanor, Mr. Bao looked pleased and followed him back to the desk, where he promptly laid down and fell asleep. Watching Mr. Bao doze off didn’t surprise Zhu Chi at all; he sipped his tea lost in thought.
“Junior brother, that kid has been underground for quite some time now; aren’t you concerned?” The Taoist looked at Lu Xun, who today seemed unusually serious as he sat upright at the desk.
“Ahem! In response to senior brother, I am anxious too, but we can’t get into that place…” He glanced at the White-Clad Woman nearby who was drinking tea and cleared his throat before answering seriously.
“Speak plainly!” The Taoist frowned; he wasn’t used to Lu Xun’s current demeanor. He had once hoped his junior brother would shake off his lazy habits; now he found Lu Xun’s old self more pleasing to the eye.
“Hehe! Senior brother, I’m just…” Lu Xun raised a finger in front of him and subtly pointed behind him, indicating to his senior brother that he was being forced into this situation as well.
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