Evening, the old city district, in front of an ancient small courtyard.
Pei Laoliu was leaning against the small wooden gate, his face weary as he fumbled for the keys in his pocket, intending to unlock the door.
After the Cultivation Exchange Conference two days ago, he should have been able to return home last night, but unexpectedly, right after he got off the train, a few police officers invited him for a "chat," which lasted all night and well into the next day.
Actually, Master Liu had been mentally prepared for this situation, since the incidents at the conference were truly horrifying and bound to attract the attention of the police.
However, what he hadn't expected was that the government's reaction to the matter was much greater than he had imagined.
Master Liu had thought it would just be a questioning session to grasp the details of the event followed by some registration, perhaps accompanied by a lecture—after all, hadn't it always been like this before?
