Xue Zhuan leads them through Youdu's serpentine streets like there's fire biting at his heels. In their short acquaintance, at least in his current incarnation, Wu Yun has never seen him so angry.
"What's a permit?" he asks Lan Tian, while struggling to keep up with both his and Xue Zhuan's long strides.
"Something Xue Zhuan takes very seriously, by the looks of it," he says, with an amused smirk.
Xue Zhuan finally comes to a stop in a road perpendicular to the large stone walls surrounding the entire city of Youdu.
A small squat building, leaning sideways on a short wooden platform, with a worn down plaque where it can be read "Old Mao's Fine Dining" sits besides a sprawling complex of pavilions stacked on top of each other like an unlikely game of mahjong. A tall oak tree sprouts from the third level, surrounded by two other pavilions.
