Listening Wind Pavilion.
Outside the pavilion, the wind still raged, biting at people's faces with a sharp sting.
A man clad in black stood silently in the wind.
He was tall, his frame as straight as a spear, and on his back, wrapped in coarse cloth, was a long, narrow weapon—its outline suggesting a blade.
The man's face bore no expression, his eyes like two bottomless ancient wells.
Calm, yet hiding a madness that could drown a person.
He stood there without urging, but the two guards at the door found it hard to breathe.
It was an invisible pressure.
Finally.
The thick wooden door of the pavilion creaked open from within.
A maid in green poked her head out, her usually playful face now etched with seriousness.
She bowed slightly to the black-clad man, her voice low.
“The Pavilion Master requests your presence.”
The black-clad man did not reply, only stepped forward and crossed the threshold.
Inside, the light was dim, with calming incense still burning in a corner.
The air was thick with the smell of medicinal herbs mixed with faint sandalwood, creating a strange scent.
Liu Kuanglan sat in a wheelchair made of warm jade, his eyes half-closed.
The black-clad man scanned the room, his gaze finally settling on the wheelchair, a barely perceptible frown crossing his brow.
He did not speak.
The green-clad maid grew nervous, sensing that the air in the room had grown heavy with his presence.
“Pavilion Master…”
She whispered a reminder.
As if just waking from a drowsy state, Liu Kuanglan opened his eyes with effort, his turbid gaze lingering on the black-clad man for a moment.
“You’re here.”
His voice was weak.
The black-clad man still said nothing, simply extending a hand.
The message was clear—where is it?
Liu Kuanglan tugged at the corner of his mouth, as if to speak, but the movement irritated his wound, sending him into a violent coughing fit.
“Cough… cough…”
He waved a hand at the maid behind him.
Understanding, she took a common-looking jade slip from her bosom, held it in both hands, and offered it to the black-clad man.
The man took the jade slip, not examining it immediately, but instead fixing his gaze on Liu Kuanglan.
“Chaotic Star Sea.”
Liu Kuanglan spoke first, saving him the trouble of scanning it.
“The person you seek.”
The moment the words fell—
Crack!
A sharp sound.
The jade slip was shattered into powder by the black-clad man’s grip!
A torrent of murderous intent, as fierce as a breached dam, erupted from him.
Boom!
Before the green-clad maid could react, the shockwave flung her against the wall with a muffled thud.
Furniture and decorations inside the room began to show fine cracks under the pressure.
Only Liu Kuanglan remained still in his wheelchair, unmoved, though the thin blanket over him flapped noisily.
The terrible killing intent came and went as quickly as a storm.
The black-clad man slowly reined in his aura, and the pressure in the room eased.
He turned, his eyes no longer calm, but filled with undisguised suspicion.
“Over a decade,” he said, his voice low and heavy.
“I trust the abilities of Listening Wind Pavilion.”
“But I don’t believe you spent years on my old grudges just out of kindness.”
Liu Kuanglan, at these words, seemed to intensify his weakened expression.
He fell into another bout of coughing, so violent it seemed he might cough out his very organs.
“Cough… cough…”
Gasping for breath, he lifted his hand with difficulty.
“You think… cough… this was investigated just for you?”
Once he caught his breath, he continued.
“You overestimate yourself and underestimate the cost of my services.”
The black-clad man raised an eyebrow but waited for him to continue.
“If it weren’t for those arrogant fools on Emperor Court Mountain forcing us to dig up every clue to find that demon, Su Hao…”
Liu Kuanglan’s voice carried a well-calibrated tone of disdain.
“Do you think we’d bother to trawl through old, dusty records in a backwater like Chaotic Star Sea for your sake?”
Hearing this, the suspicion on the black-clad man’s face visibly faded.
The explanation made perfect sense.
It was no secret that Emperor Court Mountain was hunting for someone, using every resource at its disposal.
As the largest intelligence organization in Azure Wilderness Realm, it was only natural that Listening Wind Pavilion, commissioned by Emperor Court Mountain at a heavy price, would help search for leads.
During such a massive investigation, it was plausible to stumble upon old, long-buried cases.
Compared to “Listening Wind Pavilion dedicated over a decade of effort for your decade-old case,” the notion of “stumbling upon it” was far more believable.
“I see.”
The black-clad man nodded, accepting the explanation.
He turned, as if to leave.
Now that he knew his enemy’s whereabouts, he wished not to linger a moment longer.
“By the way.”
Liu Kuanglan’s lazy voice drifted from behind him.
“Pay for everything you broke before leaving.”
“Or leave your life here instead.”
Without a word, the black-clad man didn’t turn around. He fished a storage pouch from his pocket and tossed it back.
Wind burst in through the open door.
It stirred the powder from the jade slip into spiraling eddies before it settled into stillness.
The black-clad man’s figure had already vanished into the wind.
“Pavilion Master…”
The green-clad maid picked herself up, staring at the empty doorway with confusion.
“Why did you help him?”
“You know full well that man…”
“Help him?”
Liu Kuanglan smiled, a meaningful smile tracing his lips.
He extended a hand, and the maid promptly handed him a cup of warm tea.
He took a sip before speaking slowly.
“I’m just throwing another stone into this pond.”
He paused, his gaze drifting through the window toward the snow-bound north.
“The chessboard is only so large, and the pieces only so many.”
“If you want to win, you have to find a way to stir things up, don’t you think?”
“And besides… debts of gratitude lose their value when they pile up.”
“Those that must be repaid should be. Only then do the remaining favors seem precious.”
“I was never a good man, anyway.”
“Now that I’m on this boat, I naturally have to carve out some benefits for myself.”
“You’ve followed me for so long, yet you still can’t see things clearly… How am I supposed to face your late father?”
He weighed the storage pouch in his hand, then tossed it to the maid.
“Record an eighth of this into the ledgers. Keep two-tenths for yourself to buy some pills for your injuries.”
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