Hou Niao had been idle for several days, with nothing particular to do, so he spent his time clutching a Daoist Record, hastily making up for his deficiency in common knowledge about cultivation.
"To study the Dao, one must read extensively, for within books lie paths as precious as jade, and houses of Immortals."
That day, as dusk was drawing near and his shift was about to end, Inspector Huang strolled into the detention room,
he swept his gaze across the room and said, "There's a sudden inspection at the broad street's pleasure quarters, which one of you will accompany me there?"
Nobody spoke up; nobody lifted their head as if they hadn't heard anything at all; this wasn't quite the normal attitude of subordinates toward a superior, but in the Cultivation World, the future meant everything.
