Fei Hongde heads down towards the ravine from higher ground. Duan Ling wants to go with him, but Fei Hongde waves at him to let him know there’s no need for him to follow. And so Duan Ling sits down on a rock, while behind him, Wu Du opens up a canteen and hands it over to him for a drink. Their guards are all spread out around them with lackadaisical expressions on their faces as though they had come out on a spring hike.
A soft breeze brushes by, and golden flecks of sunlight glitters on top of the river; the summer breeze keeps one comfortably warm, and in the midst of this, that particular feeling seems to resurface again — that very same touch of familiarity he felt when he walked through the long gallery last night with Wu Du.
Duan Ling has no idea why he keeps getting this feeling, it’s like he’s seen this place before.
He turns to look at Wu Du, and Wu Du raises an eyebrow from his perch nearby, meeting his eyes.
“I …” Duan Ling feels like saying something.
“What?” Wu Du says heedlessly.
He really wants to get closer to Wu Du suddenly, to lean on him. He can feel an ineffable restlessness inside; this setting is so beautiful that it makes his heart feel cavernously empty.
And yet in the next instant what he hears is a quiet sound.
Then, next to the stream, Fei Hongde calls out with a heartrending cry.
“Someone’s there!” Wu Du gets up immediately and pulls Duan Ling behind him as the guards charge down into the ravine. Fearing that they may end up falling for a diversionary tactic, Wu Du stays behind, standing on guard at Duan Ling’s side. Then there are more noises as someone leaves to hide in the forest.
“They’re not gone yet!” Duan Ling says, “Who is it?”
Duan Ling runs to the carriage and grabs his bow, but Wu Du is picking him up sideways without giving him a chance to refuse, sliding down the hill on quick steps along the mountain stream. There’s no longer any sign of Fei Hongde; the hint of a silhouette flickers in the forest across the way, and picking up the movement with his keen senses, Duan Ling fires off an arrow.
“Protect Master Fei!” Wu Du shouts.
The guards quickly rush off towards the bottom of the mountain stream to find Fei Hongde unmoving, face down next to the water. On the other side of the mountain stream there’s another creek, and by now it’s too late to cross it to search for the assassin. When Wu Du gets to the river, any indication that there’s an assassin in the forest is gone.
Duan Ling runs across the streams with his bow in hand, looking all around him.
Beyond the streams lies a lush, dense forest, leaves rustling in the breeze, and as the sound melds into the intertwining light and shadows of the blazing afternoon sun, Duan Ling feels as though he’s in the middle of an indolent dream.
“Who’s there?” Duan Ling says.
A man dressed head to toe in a black assassin’s suit has concealed himself amongst the mottled, crisscrossing sunlight. Tree trunks obstruct Duan Ling’s line of sight, and with his movement the view from behind the trees gradually grows clearer.
The eyes of the masked man in black slightly narrow as though he’s smiling, but Duan Ling can’t tell where he’s hiding. Then the masked man tosses out a small stone, which lands on a cliff face not too far away.
At once, Duan Ling turns his aim towards the cliff. A gust of wind is blowing towards him, and it sounds like every tree in the forest is rustling. Under the cover of the noise, the masked man leaves the forest.
Duan Ling walks towards the sound he heard, and suddenly a hand comes down on his shoulder, making him nearly cry out in alarm.
“I’ve been calling you for ages.” Wu Du has chased him into the forest, and he sounds furious. “Why’d you run off without listening to me?”
Wu Du had kept calling for “Zhao Rong” as he chased Duan Ling across the stream, and his boots are all wet now. Duan Ling hasn’t fully adjusted to this new name yet, and didn’t react quickly enough to realise Wu Du had been calling him.
“Someone was here.” Duan Ling says, “A man. I saw him.”
“Don’t run off!” Wu Du grabs him roughly by the collar and pushes him against a tree, threateningly saying, “Did you forget all about Helan Jie? The assassin was able to hit Master Fei with a single shot from across a river, and he was hiding where you couldn’t see him. What if he really wanted to kill you?”
“Fine, I get it.” Duan Ling quickly admits he’s wrong.
“You scared me half to death.” Wu Du lets out a breath before checking the surroundings.
When he sees how clearly anxious Wu Du looks, Duan Ling feels quite moved all of a sudden — Wu Du has no idea who he is, so he’s not trying to use him to get ahead or anything of the sort. Wu Du really is concerned about him.
“I heard a noise from over there.” Duan Ling points deeper into the forest.
“Even if someone was there, they’re gone by now.” Wu Du scoffs at the idea. “You think he’d stick around for you to catch him?”
Duan Ling thinks to himself, maybe you’re the one who scared him off, but while Wu Du refutes the possibility, he’s walking ahead of Duan Ling to check behind the trees anyway.
“Come along,” Wu Du says to him, wondering why he hasn’t moved, “What are you spacing out for?”
Duan Ling follows closely behind him, but with Wu Du blocking his line of sight he can’t see anything in spite of all his attempts to peer past. As they come to a rock face ahead of them, Wu Du picks up a pebble from the ground.
“A diversionary tactic.” Wu Du says, “This stone was picked up from next to the stream.”
Duan Ling is a bit surprised that Wu Du has managed to pick up such a detail; he hasn’t noticed that one of the pebbles on the ground isn’t the same like the others around it at all. Wu Du clears away the vines covering the cliff face to find a cave. A breeze comes from the inside, and this spot happens to be right near where Duan Ling heard the noise.
“Want to go in and take a look?” Wu Du asks.
“How’s Master Fei doing?”
“For now, his life is not in danger. He was shot in the shoulder.”
“We’d better head back.” As Duan Ling talks about going back he keeps turning back to look, thinking to himself, is that the treasure trove’s entrance? Will there be traps inside? Or are there mountains of gold and silver piled inside of it?
“Do you want to go or what?” Wu Du asks.
“Never mind. I’m not all that interested in money anyway. Let’s go.”
In the face of mortal danger, Fei Hongde’s intuition has saved his life. As soon as he felt someone firing off an arrow on the other side of the stream he’d ducked out of the way, and the arrow had been fired dozens of steps from him. That bit of time the arrow took to travel ultimately allowed him to escape certain death.
With a towel in his hand, Wu Du applies pressure on Fei Hongde’s shoulder and stops the bleeding. When they return to Tongguan, each of them encumbered by his own anxieties, Bian Lingbai is quite shocked by the sitation, and then he seems to fly into a rage without any reason at all.
“What the heck were you people doing?!” Bian Lingbai wields the whip himself and gives the guards dozens of whips each before his temper cools.
Duan Ling doesn’t tell Bian Lingbai that they’ve found the entrance, and neither does Wu Du. Fei Hongde though, looks as unperturbed as ever. “General, there’s no need to get so angry. Whether I live or die, it all comes down to fate.”
Bian Lingbai looks over Fei Hongde’s injuries, and paces back and forth in the room. “I really can’t apologise enough that you’ve sustained such heavy injuries while working for me, Master Fei. And we haven’t been able to figure out who the assassin is either — this is downright a slap in my face!”
Fei Hongde’s arrow wound isn’t all that bad, actually, but when he slipped down into the ravine earlier he also broke his leg. Even though Wu Du had already splinted it before coming back here, he’ll have to lay in bed for at least two months, if not three. He’s the one who ends up consoling Bian Lingbai though. “There’s no need to worry, General. We already know its approximate location. Next I’ll instruct Mister Zhao and have him take some men to it.”
“Should we …” Bian Lingbai asks, “Should we maybe assign a thousand men or so and keep watch over the mountain for now?”
“There’s no need for that.” Duan Ling has already covered up that cave again with Wu Du before he left. He has this feeling that the cave is unlikely to be the treasure trove itself, for otherwise that assassin would have gone and taken everything out of it already — there’s not a person on earth who isn’t at all tempted by money. Duan Ling then says to Bian Lingbai, “Uncle, I’ll make my way over there again in a few days, and once I find the exact location, we’ll send some people over and dig it up right away, lest there be mishaps if we wait too long.”
“That’s good.” Bian Lingbai mumbles to himself, “Sure.”
After he says this, Bian Lingbai shows no more interest in Fei Hongde’s injuries. By now, Duan Ling has also seen through him; under Bian Lingbai’s waste of good bones and good face is a selfish and self-serving heart. As long as it won’t get in the way of his personal benefit, he doesn’t really care.
There is a cunning smile in Fei Longde’s eyes as he watches Duan Ling. Duan Ling thinks for a moment and says, “I’ll write you a prescription for strengthening bones and tendons, and you can drink as much as you like.”
“Not bad,” Fei Hongde says offhandedly, “It’s actually rather hard to tell what your background is, this way.”
With only Wu Du, Fei Hongde and himself in the room, Duan Ling can’t be bothered to refute him. He grabs a sheet of paper, and in order to prevent rousing suspicion, he hands it to Wu Du and asks him to write.
“What are you doing?” Wu Du looks at Duan Ling like he’s grown horns.
“You write. I’ll name the ingredients.”
“Are you ordering me around now?” Wu Du looks Duan Ling up and down.
“Aiya, just write it.” Duan Ling stuffs the brush in his hand and starts grinding the ink for him.
“Are you an idiot? Once you write a prescription, are you expecting Master Fei to fill it himself? Can’t you bring it over once you have the decoction made?”
Now that he thinks about it, he supposes Wu Du’s right. He takes his leave with Fei Hongde, who just keeps smiling at him so they simply walk out of the room. Wu Du writes up a prescription and Duan Ling starts arguing with him about it, telling him which ingredients he’s not supposed to use. The two of them fight for ages over it before Wu Du snaps, “You think you know how to write prescriptions? How many years did you apprentice for? How many years d’ya think I apprenticed for?”
“Those ingredients are too strong!” Duan Ling says, “Master Fei isn’t young anymore!”
Duan Ling has discovered that not only does writing reflect on the writer, prescriptions also reflect on the doctor, and a doctor’s temperament can often be read from what medicinal ingredients they choose to use. He suddenly finds it all quite funny, and he starts laughing.
But Wu Du’s face is convulsing with anger. “It’s precisely with these ingredients of opposing traits that we can regulate his tendon system. The fuck do you know? There’s no better doctor in all the realm than your Master Wu.”
“Fine, fine.”
Duan Ling had wanted to use mild medicinal properties to help Fei Hongde recuperate for a few days, but he can’t change Wu Du’s mind, so he can only give in. But once they’re done fighting, Wu Du needs to go fill the prescription and Duan Ling needs to go with him. The two of them are never out of each other’s sight, so even if they just had a fight they can’t leave the other’s side, which Duan Ling finds both hilarious and annoying.
The next day, once Duan Ling finishes making the decoction, he brings it over to Fei Hongde. Bian Lingbai is over for a routine visit as well only to find once more that Duan Ling and Wu Du are sitting together again. “Why are you two always joined at the hip like that?”
Duan Ling thinks to himself, the assassin you’ve taken in wants to kill me and I haven’t even started complaining to you about it yet.
Wu Du says icily, “Bian Lingbai, the more you ask, the faster you die. Do you get that or what?”
“Hmph,” Bian Lingbai sneers. He had wanted to come talk to “Zhao Rong”, but Wu Du is always stuck to him like candy, can’t seem to throw him off if he tries. It’s like he’s seeing that sinister looking shadow lurking behind Zhao Kui all over again, glowing with a deterrence that fills him with discomfort.
Fei Hongde and Bian Lingbai chats for a while, bringing up the expenses from buying ironware from Xiliang, as well as the defences at the border, such as how many thousands of men are at Xizhou, how many at Yangguan2 … Bian Lingbai would really rather not mention too much in front of Wu Du, but still with a frown he talks about them anyway. Duan Ling notes it all down quietly in his head, knowing that Fei Hongde is trying to disclose classified information.
Halfway through their conversation, one of Bian Lingbai’s subordinates comes to him with a message. The messenger only gets a line across before Bian Lingbai turns to them to say, “The people who’ve come from Xiliang to pick up Miss Yao have arrived. I’ll head over to greet them, you stay here and chat with Master Fei. Tonight at the banquet when it’s time for drinks, I’ll send someone over to get you.”
“Certainly,” Duan Ling replies.
Once Bian Lingbai is gone, Fei Hongde gives Duan Ling a rather meaningful look.
“Got it all memorised?” Fei Hongde asks.
Duan Ling thinks for a moment, and deciding to no longer try to hide it from Fei Hongde, he nods.
I do not monetise my hobby translations, but if you’d like to support my work generally or support my light novel habit, you can either buy me a coffee or commission me. This is also e that if you see this message anywhere else than on tumblr, do come to my tumblr. It’s ad-free. ↩︎
Yangguan is way to the west. According to google maps, it’s a 393hr walk or a 19hr drive from Tongguan, and I’m not sure if Chen extends that far in this universe. So quite possibly FTYX has moved it closer fictionally, but it’s never used as a location so it doesn’t really matter. ↩︎
Fei Hongde heads down towards the ravine from higher ground. Duan Ling wants to go with him, but Fei Hongde waves at him to let him know there’s no need for him to follow. And so Duan Ling sits down on a rock, while behind him, Wu Du opens up a canteen and hands it over to him for a drink. Their guards are all spread out around them with lackadaisical expressions on their faces as though they had come out on a spring hike.
A soft breeze brushes by, and golden flecks of sunlight glitters on top of the river; the summer breeze keeps one comfortably warm, and in the midst of this, that particular feeling seems to resurface again — that very same touch of familiarity he felt when he walked through the long gallery last night with Wu Du.
Duan Ling has no idea why he keeps getting this feeling, it’s like he’s seen this place before.
He turns to look at Wu Du, and Wu Du raises an eyebrow from his perch nearby, meeting his eyes.
“I …” Duan Ling feels like saying something.
“What?” Wu Du says heedlessly.
He really wants to get closer to Wu Du suddenly, to lean on him. He can feel an ineffable restlessness inside; this setting is so beautiful that it makes his heart feel cavernously empty.
And yet in the next instant what he hears is a quiet sound.
Then, next to the stream, Fei Hongde calls out with a heartrending cry.
“Someone’s there!” Wu Du gets up immediately and pulls Duan Ling behind him as the guards charge down into the ravine. Fearing that they may end up falling for a diversionary tactic, Wu Du stays behind, standing on guard at Duan Ling’s side. Then there are more noises as someone leaves to hide in the forest.
“They’re not gone yet!” Duan Ling says, “Who is it?”
Duan Ling runs to the carriage and grabs his bow, but Wu Du is picking him up sideways without giving him a chance to refuse, sliding down the hill on quick steps along the mountain stream. There’s no longer any sign of Fei Hongde; the hint of a silhouette flickers in the forest across the way, and picking up the movement with his keen senses, Duan Ling fires off an arrow.
“Protect Master Fei!” Wu Du shouts.
The guards quickly rush off towards the bottom of the mountain stream to find Fei Hongde unmoving, face down next to the water. On the other side of the mountain stream there’s another creek, and by now it’s too late to cross it to search for the assassin. When Wu Du gets to the river, any indication that there’s an assassin in the forest is gone.
Duan Ling runs across the streams with his bow in hand, looking all around him.
Beyond the streams lies a lush, dense forest, leaves rustling in the breeze, and as the sound melds into the intertwining light and shadows of the blazing afternoon sun, Duan Ling feels as though he’s in the middle of an indolent dream.
“Who’s there?” Duan Ling says.
A man dressed head to toe in a black assassin’s suit has concealed himself amongst the mottled, crisscrossing sunlight. Tree trunks obstruct Duan Ling’s line of sight, and with his movement the view from behind the trees gradually grows clearer.
The eyes of the masked man in black slightly narrow as though he’s smiling, but Duan Ling can’t tell where he’s hiding. Then the masked man tosses out a small stone, which lands on a cliff face not too far away.
At once, Duan Ling turns his aim towards the cliff. A gust of wind is blowing towards him, and it sounds like every tree in the forest is rustling. Under the cover of the noise, the masked man leaves the forest.
Duan Ling walks towards the sound he heard, and suddenly a hand comes down on his shoulder, making him nearly cry out in alarm.
“I’ve been calling you for ages.” Wu Du has chased him into the forest, and he sounds furious. “Why’d you run off without listening to me?”
Wu Du had kept calling for “Zhao Rong” as he chased Duan Ling across the stream, and his boots are all wet now. Duan Ling hasn’t fully adjusted to this new name yet, and didn’t react quickly enough to realise Wu Du had been calling him.
“Someone was here.” Duan Ling says, “A man. I saw him.”
“Don’t run off!” Wu Du grabs him roughly by the collar and pushes him against a tree, threateningly saying, “Did you forget all about Helan Jie? The assassin was able to hit Master Fei with a single shot from across a river, and he was hiding where you couldn’t see him. What if he really wanted to kill you?”
“Fine, I get it.” Duan Ling quickly admits he’s wrong.
“You scared me half to death.” Wu Du lets out a breath before checking the surroundings.
When he sees how clearly anxious Wu Du looks, Duan Ling feels quite moved all of a sudden — Wu Du has no idea who he is, so he’s not trying to use him to get ahead or anything of the sort. Wu Du really is concerned about him.
“I heard a noise from over there.” Duan Ling points deeper into the forest.
“Even if someone was there, they’re gone by now.” Wu Du scoffs at the idea. “You think he’d stick around for you to catch him?”
Duan Ling thinks to himself, maybe you’re the one who scared him off, but while Wu Du refutes the possibility, he’s walking ahead of Duan Ling to check behind the trees anyway.
“Come along,” Wu Du says to him, wondering why he hasn’t moved, “What are you spacing out for?”
Duan Ling follows closely behind him, but with Wu Du blocking his line of sight he can’t see anything in spite of all his attempts to peer past. As they come to a rock face ahead of them, Wu Du picks up a pebble from the ground.
“A diversionary tactic.” Wu Du says, “This stone was picked up from next to the stream.”
Duan Ling is a bit surprised that Wu Du has managed to pick up such a detail; he hasn’t noticed that one of the pebbles on the ground isn’t the same like the others around it at all. Wu Du clears away the vines covering the cliff face to find a cave. A breeze comes from the inside, and this spot happens to be right near where Duan Ling heard the noise.
“Want to go in and take a look?” Wu Du asks.
“How’s Master Fei doing?”
“For now, his life is not in danger. He was shot in the shoulder.”
“We’d better head back.” As Duan Ling talks about going back he keeps turning back to look, thinking to himself, is that the treasure trove’s entrance? Will there be traps inside? Or are there mountains of gold and silver piled inside of it?
“Do you want to go or what?” Wu Du asks.
“Never mind. I’m not all that interested in money anyway. Let’s go.”
In the face of mortal danger, Fei Hongde’s intuition has saved his life. As soon as he felt someone firing off an arrow on the other side of the stream he’d ducked out of the way, and the arrow had been fired dozens of steps from him. That bit of time the arrow took to travel ultimately allowed him to escape certain death.
With a towel in his hand, Wu Du applies pressure on Fei Hongde’s shoulder and stops the bleeding. When they return to Tongguan, each of them encumbered by his own anxieties, Bian Lingbai is quite shocked by the sitation, and then he seems to fly into a rage without any reason at all.
“What the heck were you people doing?!” Bian Lingbai wields the whip himself and gives the guards dozens of whips each before his temper cools.
Duan Ling doesn’t tell Bian Lingbai that they’ve found the entrance, and neither does Wu Du. Fei Hongde though, looks as unperturbed as ever. “General, there’s no need to get so angry. Whether I live or die, it all comes down to fate.”
Bian Lingbai looks over Fei Hongde’s injuries, and paces back and forth in the room. “I really can’t apologise enough that you’ve sustained such heavy injuries while working for me, Master Fei. And we haven’t been able to figure out who the assassin is either — this is downright a slap in my face!”
Fei Hongde’s arrow wound isn’t all that bad, actually, but when he slipped down into the ravine earlier he also broke his leg. Even though Wu Du had already splinted it before coming back here, he’ll have to lay in bed for at least two months, if not three. He’s the one who ends up consoling Bian Lingbai though. “There’s no need to worry, General. We already know its approximate location. Next I’ll instruct Mister Zhao and have him take some men to it.”
“Should we …” Bian Lingbai asks, “Should we maybe assign a thousand men or so and keep watch over the mountain for now?”
“There’s no need for that.” Duan Ling has already covered up that cave again with Wu Du before he left. He has this feeling that the cave is unlikely to be the treasure trove itself, for otherwise that assassin would have gone and taken everything out of it already — there’s not a person on earth who isn’t at all tempted by money. Duan Ling then says to Bian Lingbai, “Uncle, I’ll make my way over there again in a few days, and once I find the exact location, we’ll send some people over and dig it up right away, lest there be mishaps if we wait too long.”
“That’s good.” Bian Lingbai mumbles to himself, “Sure.”
After he says this, Bian Lingbai shows no more interest in Fei Hongde’s injuries. By now, Duan Ling has also seen through him; under Bian Lingbai’s waste of good bones and good face is a selfish and self-serving heart. As long as it won’t get in the way of his personal benefit, he doesn’t really care.
There is a cunning smile in Fei Longde’s eyes as he watches Duan Ling. Duan Ling thinks for a moment and says, “I’ll write you a prescription for strengthening bones and tendons, and you can drink as much as you like.”
“Not bad,” Fei Hongde says offhandedly, “It’s actually rather hard to tell what your background is, this way.”
With only Wu Du, Fei Hongde and himself in the room, Duan Ling can’t be bothered to refute him. He grabs a sheet of paper, and in order to prevent rousing suspicion, he hands it to Wu Du and asks him to write.
“What are you doing?” Wu Du looks at Duan Ling like he’s grown horns.
“You write. I’ll name the ingredients.”
“Are you ordering me around now?” Wu Du looks Duan Ling up and down.
“Aiya, just write it.” Duan Ling stuffs the brush in his hand and starts grinding the ink for him.
“Are you an idiot? Once you write a prescription, are you expecting Master Fei to fill it himself? Can’t you bring it over once you have the decoction made?”
Now that he thinks about it, he supposes Wu Du’s right. He takes his leave with Fei Hongde, who just keeps smiling at him so they simply walk out of the room. Wu Du writes up a prescription and Duan Ling starts arguing with him about it, telling him which ingredients he’s not supposed to use. The two of them fight for ages over it before Wu Du snaps, “You think you know how to write prescriptions? How many years did you apprentice for? How many years d’ya think I apprenticed for?”
“Those ingredients are too strong!” Duan Ling says, “Master Fei isn’t young anymore!”
Duan Ling has discovered that not only does writing reflect on the writer, prescriptions also reflect on the doctor, and a doctor’s temperament can often be read from what medicinal ingredients they choose to use. He suddenly finds it all quite funny, and he starts laughing.
But Wu Du’s face is convulsing with anger. “It’s precisely with these ingredients of opposing traits that we can regulate his tendon system. The fuck do you know? There’s no better doctor in all the realm than your Master Wu.”
“Fine, fine.”
Duan Ling had wanted to use mild medicinal properties to help Fei Hongde recuperate for a few days, but he can’t change Wu Du’s mind, so he can only give in. But once they’re done fighting, Wu Du needs to go fill the prescription and Duan Ling needs to go with him. The two of them are never out of each other’s sight, so even if they just had a fight they can’t leave the other’s side, which Duan Ling finds both hilarious and annoying.
The next day, once Duan Ling finishes making the decoction, he brings it over to Fei Hongde. Bian Lingbai is over for a routine visit as well only to find once more that Duan Ling and Wu Du are sitting together again. “Why are you two always joined at the hip like that?”
Duan Ling thinks to himself, the assassin you’ve taken in wants to kill me and I haven’t even started complaining to you about it yet.
Wu Du says icily, “Bian Lingbai, the more you ask, the faster you die. Do you get that or what?”
“Hmph,” Bian Lingbai sneers. He had wanted to come talk to “Zhao Rong”, but Wu Du is always stuck to him like candy, can’t seem to throw him off if he tries. It’s like he’s seeing that sinister looking shadow lurking behind Zhao Kui all over again, glowing with a deterrence that fills him with discomfort.
Fei Hongde and Bian Lingbai chats for a while, bringing up the expenses from buying ironware from Xiliang, as well as the defences at the border, such as how many thousands of men are at Xizhou, how many at Yangguan2 … Bian Lingbai would really rather not mention too much in front of Wu Du, but still with a frown he talks about them anyway. Duan Ling notes it all down quietly in his head, knowing that Fei Hongde is trying to disclose classified information.
Halfway through their conversation, one of Bian Lingbai’s subordinates comes to him with a message. The messenger only gets a line across before Bian Lingbai turns to them to say, “The people who’ve come from Xiliang to pick up Miss Yao have arrived. I’ll head over to greet them, you stay here and chat with Master Fei. Tonight at the banquet when it’s time for drinks, I’ll send someone over to get you.”
“Certainly,” Duan Ling replies.
Once Bian Lingbai is gone, Fei Hongde gives Duan Ling a rather meaningful look.
“Got it all memorised?” Fei Hongde asks.
Duan Ling thinks for a moment, and deciding to no longer try to hide it from Fei Hongde, he nods.
I do not monetise my hobby translations, but if you’d like to support my work generally or support my light novel habit, you can either buy me a coffee or commission me. This is also e that if you see this message anywhere else than on tumblr, do come to my tumblr. It’s ad-free. ↩︎
Yangguan is way to the west. According to google maps, it’s a 393hr walk or a 19hr drive from Tongguan, and I’m not sure if Chen extends that far in this universe. So quite possibly FTYX has moved it closer fictionally, but it’s never used as a location so it doesn’t really matter. ↩︎
