Hu Yuan brought Mo Xing to the Mortal Realm, and their first stop was Hùnyuán Pavilion. Stepping into this place for the second time, Hu Yuan's pace no longer hesitated, as familiar as returning home. The two pavilion guards stood by the mountain gate as still as pine, their brows carrying an aura of restrained spiritual qi. Seeing Hu Yuan appear, they merely gave a slight nod without speaking much. Hu Yuan asked no questions and straightaway stated his purpose, only to learn that Mr. Chu was no longer on the mountain, having instead moved to a Hùnyuán Pavilion branch hidden deep within the bustling city of the mortal world.
Hu Yuan's gaze flickered slightly. The five Hùnyuán Pavilions in the Mortal Realm were like five dim stars scattered across five inconspicuous towns, echoing each other from afar yet never drawing attention to themselves. This was a layout arranged by his grandfather, Hu Shouzhen, in earlier years—like quietly placing pieces on a chessboard, waiting in stillness for the winds and clouds to change. Hu Yuan had once asked for the reason, but his grandfather merely took a small sip of tea, cast his gaze into the distance, and—as if carrying a thousand unsaid words—ultimately condensed it into a single sentence: "The time has not yet come, and knowing is of no use." The tone had been as calm as an ancient well, yet it cast unfathomable ripples in Hu Yuan's heart.
The small town was not large, yet it bustled with noise and excitement. Among the tea houses an…
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