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Chapter 207 - 164 Slum
Chapter 207: Chapter 164 Slum"Yuan Hao..."
A faint murmur arose.
Xu Xinyao’s beautiful eyes pondered as if
"Are you worried that he won’t follow father’s orders? That he’ll directly act against the Myriad Manifestation Sect for his own desires?"
"Yes," Xu Xinyao nodded.
Xu Yuan waved his hand dismissively:
"It’s not an issue."
"But..."
"Enough, if you don’t trust that Yuan Hao whom we’ve never met, you should at least trust our father’s judgment, right?"
Xu Yuan shook his head, looking at the narrow alley all around:
"I actually think Yuan Hao hasn’t made a mistake.
"Xinyao,
"Negotiating with a sword out versus negotiating with a sword against the opponent’s throat is quite different."
After a quiet moment, Xu Xinyao reminded softly:
"But there is a Protective City Formation within the city."
Xu Yuan shrugged his shoulders:
"Don’t ask me, I don’t know; later you can directly ask Yuan Hao."
"Alright..."
Without further conversation, they continued on their way and, after turning another corner, Xu Yuan and the two women arrived in an oddly quaint alley.
Some women with cheap rouge applied to their faces were sitting at the doorways, mostly plain or even ugly in appearance, their homespun clothes partly concealing and revealing, with varying figures.
Seeing such a street, Xu Yuan didn’t stop walking, but his eyebrow twitched involuntarily.
These women, seeing men arrive, all lit up, but on noticing the graceful figures of the two women following behind him, veiled just by thin muslin, they prudently returned to their previous languid poses.
Of course, there were still a few who made earnest attempts at casting amorous glances toward Xu Yuan.
Who knows, after gorging on delicacies, maybe he would crave a coarse grain bun.
Moving forward in silence,
Ran Qingmo’s eyes revealed a hint of confusion as she regarded these scantily clad women.
Xu Xinyao looked down, not watching.
They walked past doors that were firmly closed, some of them with one or two men waiting outside, uttering phrases not fit for polite company.
However, there were no fools rash enough to meddle with Xu Xinyao and Ran Qingmo; their outfits typically signified they were disciples of Sects, and being killed for an offensive comment often resulted in death, with compensation of a few pieces of silver dependent on the whim of the aggrieved party.
Out of the group, there was a man who, as the three walked away, started to say something derogatory with a licentious laugh, but a companion pulled him back:
"The ears of those divine lords are sharp, if you wish for death, go ahead and speak."
The street was long,
near the end, Xu Yuan’s eyes twitched uncontrollably again.
He saw a line, a very long line, about twenty or so people, most of them in linen clothes, and a few low-rank martial disciples, silently standing without speaking, likely unacquainted.
Seeing these people, Xu Yuan looked at the tightly shut door with an odd expression.
Just as he mused,
Ran Qingmo tugged at Xu Yuan’s sleeve:
"Xu Yuan..."
Xu Yuan responded softly:
"What’s wrong?"
Ran Qingmo, looking toward the tightly shut door, asked:
"Um... what are they doing?"
"Don’t you have will-spirit?"
"Master said, when traveling outside, one must not rashly use will-spirit to probe others." Ran Qingmo replied clearly.
"He’s right." Xu Yuan nodded, retracting his will-spirit, "It’s better not to look at this sort of thing."
"Then do you know what they are doing?" Ran Qingmo asked.
Without hesitation, Xu Yuan shook his head:
"I don’t know."
"Pfft..."
Xu Xinyao couldn’t help but laugh beside him.
Xu Yuan shot her a glare in return.
Xu Xinyao curled her lip.
Ran Qingmo looked at the siblings with puzzled eyes.
Xu Yuan cleared his throat:
"Enough, I’ll teach you another time when there’s a chance. Let’s drop it for now."
Underneath the muslin veil, Ran Qingmo’s beautiful eyes blinked as she nodded lightly:
"Alright."
And as the three passed by,
from that line, a martial disciple quietly left and followed behind Xu Yuan and his companions.