"If Mr. Yuan has nothing else, I shall take my leave now."
Xie Xuanyi couldn't be bothered to deal with this ominous fellow any longer.
He walked forward.
Suddenly, a hand stretched out over the horse's back, blocking his path.
Yuan Jimo still wore a smile, but this time he did not speak aloud, instead transmitting his voice through Divine Thought: "I know you will soon journey with the Fan Yin Temple's delegation... The Holy Empress has previously instructed that this envoy from the Li Country is very important to her and she is extremely interested. Perhaps we should have a thorough discussion about the matters concerning the trip to the east..."
Snap.
Xie Xuanyi slapped away Yuan Jimo's hand that was obstructing him.
"...?"
A sudden rigidity overtook the smile on Yuan Jimo's face.
"Calling you Mr. Yuan, you really take yourself for someone important, eh?"
