Third Master Hu stood at the kitchen door, with boiling mutton soup in the pot behind him and firewood crackling in the hearth.
He carefully scrutinized Chen Ji, who stood calmly in the courtyard, as if nothing was amiss.
But Third Master Hu wasn't dealing with Chen Ji for the first time; he knew the calmer Chen Ji appeared, the bigger the matter: "I haven't heard of any major incident in the Imperial Capital, so why are you making arrangements for what comes after... Is it because of the Qi family? I've heard about them slandering you too, but a little slander won't hurt, everyone will forget in a few years."
Chen Ji smiled: "Stop guessing, Third Master, we planned to leave long ago, just got delayed by some things."
Third Master Hu pondered for a moment: "The sooner, the better?"
Chen Ji nodded.
Third Master Hu stopped asking questions, went inside to put on a fur coat, and slung his Nine-Ring Saber at his waist: "Then let's go now, I'll personally take you out of the city."
