After a long silence, Li Shentong finally rose to his feet. “Yuxu is currently in Louguantai[1]. There’s no need for me to send a letter—go and meet him yourself. As for me, I won’t be accompanying you. If you die in Chang’an, then all discussions end there.”0

Situ Xiao could not hold back from speaking up, “Master—”0

Li Shentong shot him a glare before turning back to Zhao Changhe. “For now, there are two things I require your assistance with before you go. First, root out the Snow-Listening Pavilion’s remaining sword slaves. Second, organize the former personnel of the Demon Suppression Bureau. I have use for them.”0

Li Shentong’s words had become increasingly blunt, as if Zhao Changhe owed him his assistance. But instead of taking offense, Zhao Changhe burst into hearty laughter. “Alright, I’ll handle it right now.”0

Li Shentong cast him a long, penetrating look before turning to grab Situ Xiao by the collar. “Come on, there’s work to be done. Who told you that you could just sit here and stuff your face with noodles?”0

Situ Xiao, caught mid-slurp, was yanked up and dragged off in a stumbling mess.0

As they disappeared, Yue Hongling finally...0