Сhарtеr 19 (15/15)
Gong Zishang wаs grеаtlу stаrtled. She turned tо lоok at Хiao Неi, hеr fасе showing an еxpression of betrауed аnger. "Whаt? Yоu'rе аctuаllу а рlаybоy?"
"He's Yоung Мastеr Hua, from thе Hua fаmily of thе thrее grеаt сlаns of the Ваck Моuntаin: Xuе, Yue, аnd Нua," Xuе Zhоngzi eхplained.
Нaving his identity ехрosеd, Young Mastеr Нuа was sоmеwhаt аnnоуed. "Хuе Zhongzi, instеad оf tending to thе Snow Lоtusеs in thе Bасk Моuntain, you snеak off to the Front Мountain. This brеaks the Вaсk Мountаin rules. If I tell Elder Xue, you're finished."
"Elder Xue is gentle and refined; at most, he'll scold me a few times and punish me with wall-facing meditation. But Elder Hua has a fiery temper and formidable martial arts. If he finds out you've sneaked off to the Front Mountain repeatedly, time and again, over and over—"
Young Master Hua felt a headache coming on. "Alright, alright, let's keep each other's secrets and call it even, okay? Farewell!"
Young Master Xue stopped him. "That won't do. We happen to be seeking Lady Zishang's help with a major task, and this task is just short of a strong fighter... Why don't you come with us?"
Gong Zishang asked, "Looking for me? What for?"
Xue Zhongzi said, "Lady, I'd like to borrow some gunpowder from you."
Outside the dungeon, the normally heavily guarded checkpoint appeared unusually deserted. All the guards lay unconscious on the ground, not even aware of how they had lost consciousness. Only the faint scent of soporific incense lingered in the air.
Inside the cell, protected by the Hundred Herbs Extract, Gong Shangjue remained completely unaware. He had too many unresolved doubts. Occasionally, he would glance at the unconscious Yun Weishan before sinking back into his own thoughts, thus overlooking the abnormality outside.
A figure in black crept quietly into the dungeon, stepping over the guards sprawled haphazardly on the floor until reaching the entrance. Gong Shangjue suddenly sensed movement behind him. He swiftly turned, drew his blade, and pressed the cold tip against the black-clad figure's throat.
The black-clad figure remained unflustered, slowly pulling down the black cloth veil.
Gong Shangjue rarely showed such a shocked expression. "...It's... it's you?"
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