Tonight the moon was bright.
By the moonlight, the youth skimmed through the little book titled The Soul-Scorching, Heart-Cleansing Manual.
There were bigger matters at hand; he couldn’t afford to waste spirit on this right now.
He didn’t study it carefully, didn’t try to cultivate from it—he was just being carried by Runsheng and had nothing better to do on the road, so he made a cursory read to get a basic idea.
Under the title on the first page someone had left a note.
— Gifted by Ming Yuwan.
That both told him whose cultivation art this was and pointed to who Zhao Yi had chosen as a target.
After dealing with the four people from the Four Mysterious Gates that night, Li Zhuiyuan and Zhao Yi had drunk tea on the roof of Yao’s Inn.
Zhao Yi had given a brief report on the situation and forces over there.
Ming Yuwan was of the Dragon King Ming household, and her temper was strange.
Unlike that once-famous river-walker from the Yu family, Yu Miaomiao, who had been foolish in word and deed, Ming Yuwan—by Zhao Yi’s description—was calculating.
Her behavior followed a cold logic; her choices were normal when faced with things, but in daily life her emotions often spun out of control.
Someone who had survived so many storms on the rivers couldn’t be that childish.