The youths strode away, and Hou Niao didn't even bid farewell. To meet is destiny; to part is also destiny.
In conversations with several old patrons, he learned quite a bit about the various happenings in Fufeng City over the past two years. It was a small country and a small city, with no military affairs and far removed from the cultivation circles. Although life was as placid as water, there had been no events worth making a fuss over in the last two years, not different from more than two years ago.
Following his advice, Uncle Sun had already returned to his hometown to live out his twilight years, which dissolved the last thread of attachment Hou Niao had to Fufeng City. Suddenly, he wondered if there was any point in entering the city anymore?
To live in peace and return home in silk robes, for whom was he doing this?
The city's prominent families? Even if they licked his boots, would he derive any pleasure from it?
