Chapter 391: Hidden Moon Pavilion

"Impatient?" Azi didn't understand, "You used to teach me like that before."

Is this impatience?

"Yes, yes, I almost forgot." Anderluo suddenly seemed to recall that there indeed was such a matter.

He indeed intended to teach Azi to be very different from the original Azi.

"Peisi's assassins are now on the mountain valley, and that monk named Yuan Yan has also returned; we have lost the best opportunity to attack the valley." Anderluo said.

Azi: "My people came to report; she said she might know the Qilin's secret, but still needs further confirmation, so she didn't elaborate."

"What's there to say if it's not confirmed yet? Waste of breath." Anderluo finished speaking and then asked: "What secret is it? Can you reveal it to me?"

"Saying that the Qilin hides in his room without stepping out on the fifteenth of each month, such behavior is worth noting."

Anderluo, hearing this, raised his brows interestedly: "Then it's indeed worth investigating."

Not going out on the fifteenth of each month—could it be due to some illness?

But not necessarily; perhaps it's just a personal preference.

But according to his knowledge, when they were in the capital before, there was no such time; he remembers that on one August fifteenth, Gu Rongjin told him about the fun they had going out together.

Such a habit likely developed after returning to Juechen Valley; there must be something fishy!

"Could it be the influence of miasma?" Anderluo fingered the glass bead in his palm, brows furrowed deeply, "But the others on the valley don't seem to be affected like that..."

"Investigate! Keep tracking this lead!" Anderluo said, "Peisi will definitely return; that monk isn't necessarily always on the valley; we have plenty of time to wait."

Juechen Valley is something he is determined to obtain!

Azi: "Yes, sir!"

"Can the person you arranged get closer to the Qilin?" Anderluo asked.

Azi: "She has her own informant; according to her, her informant is someone close to the Qilin."

"Someone close? Is it a direct disciple or a servant?" Anderluo asked again.

"She didn't say." Azi said.

Anderluo took a dissatisfied deep breath and said to Azi: "Don't disappoint me, Azi; I have high hopes for you."

He placed his hand heavily on Azi's shoulder, speaking earnestly.

Azi nodded guiltily, "Chief, rest assured, I know what to do!"

Anderluo nodded and asked again: "How is that person?"

Azi naturally knew who Anderluo meant, and she said: "Not very sociable, but he does keep his promises very well."

Have someone keep a close watch on him.

Yes, sir!

Anderlo looked again at the dreamlike fireworks, light and shadow interlacing on his face, he sighed: "Such beautiful fireworks—if only we could see them from the valley."

Azi wanted to say that you can't see these fireworks from the valley at all, but she also knew Anderluo's meaning wasn't about watching fireworks, so she remained silent.

"Chief, I'm heading down first." Azi said.

"Not watching the fireworks?" Anderlo asked, knowing full well.

Azi shook her head, "I've seen enough fireworks; I'll watch them again on the valley later."

Anderlo smiled satisfactorily and waved his hand, indicating she could retreat.

Azi left here and hurried straight to a tavern called Hidden Moon Pavilion.

Hidden Moon easily reminds people of the former Hidden Moon Sect; perhaps that's why people in the martial world have a deep taboo about this tavern.

Some say Hidden Moon Pavilion was opened by members of the Hidden Moon Sect; others say it's a secret outpost of Juechen Valley; in short, all kinds of rumors abound.

Today, being the first day of the lunar new year, Hidden Moon Pavilion was extraordinarily lively, with a constant stream of guests; a woman like Azi, who deliberately covered her face with a straw hat, would attract no attention at all; she glanced around with her peripheral vision and entered Hidden Moon Pavilion.

After the fireworks ended, it was already approaching midnight.

"Senior Sister, you go back first; I still have an appointment with a friend."

When leaving, Qiao Chu said to Yue Yun.

Yue Yun glanced at the sky, skeptical, and asked: "It's this late already, and you still have a friend appointment? Aren't you afraid the master will scold you for coming back so late?"

"My friend is too busy; only on the first day of the lunar new year does he have time, having traveled a long distance to come find me, so that's why it's so late; if the master finds out, I can only confess honestly." Qiao Chu said helplessly.

Yue Yun nodded, "Alright, I've said it beforehand—I won't cover for you; if the master finds out, I'll tell the truth."

No need for senior sister to cover for you; just tell the truth.

Then I won't be polite; if anything later damages your good disciple's image, I won't care!

I'm leaving.

Qiao Chu turned and merged into the night; before long he arrived at Hidden Moon Pavilion.

At that moment, Yue Yun turned back, already unable to see Qiao Chu's figure; she didn't mind much and returned to the valley together with the outer sect junior brothers and sisters.

After midnight had passed, everyone was tired; each went back to rest, and Yue Yun also went back to rest.

The Qilin hadn't slept yet; in the deep night, when all was quiet, he always couldn't help thinking about various matters; since returning to the valley, the burden on his shoulders has been heavy, and the safety of the entire valley and all of Juechen Valley needs him to oversee.

Cold Dew Stronghold eyes him covetously, and he still hasn't found a way to resolve the monthly loss of power.

He rubbed his brow, and inadvertently caught sight of the golden Qilin that Mu Yuanzhi had given him, its belly engraved with the eight characters "healthy and healthy, happy and happy."

The Qilin couldn't help but smile.

Senior Sister was right; we must monitor health and happiness.

Go to sleep; we'll think again tomorrow!

Meanwhile, Mu Yuanzhi had fallen asleep but woke up not long after; since she was awake, she went to get a drink of water.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw a lantern swaying past outside the window, so she walked over to look.

Who could be passing by at this hour? A night patrol?

That person wasn't walking very fast; Mu Yuanzhi couldn't see clearly, and by the time she reached outside the hall, he still hadn't gone far.

Is it Qiao Chu?

Judging by his figure, he indeed looks like Qiao Chu; the direction he went is toward the Heavenly Palace.

Are you looking for the Qilin?

It's so late, and the Qilin still hasn't slept?

Don't let this child wear himself out!

Mu Yuanzhi knew that although the Qilin still appeared childish in front of her, he had actually matured a lot, bearing the heavy responsibility of reviving their sect.

Sometimes she thinks, if she had persuaded the Qilin to stay in Jingcheng, would he then live forever a carefree life, no longer needing to worry about Juechen Valley and the turmoil of the jianghu?

Tomorrow, I should still chat more with the Qilin.

The next day, Mu Yuanzhi didn't get up early; she had stayed up too late the previous night, and now she is still a bit sleepy.

The children, however, were full of energy; they were already practicing outside at the crack of dawn, and Gu Rongjin was with them.

At this moment, Pei Si arrived, together with Cao Cixiu.

Gu Rongjin and the others were in the garden, unaware that someone had arrived, and Mu Yuanzhi received them alone.