The teahouse is called Crescent Moon Teahouse because its architecture resembles a crescent moon when viewed from above. The concave side faces the wide street in front, and the two ends of the crescent moon are separated by an empty doorway. Several square wooden tea tables are placed in the open space in the middle.
The man sat at the tea table closest to the empty door, waving a folding fan in his hand. Although he acted like a refined gentleman, he had an ordinary face and a strange light in his eyes, making him look somewhat out of place.
Geng Qi stood at one end of the crescent moon. From the open space on the first floor, one could see any point on the teahouse corridor. A breeze blew from above, ruffling his hair and causing his red robe to sway. Looking up from below, it was a breathtaking sight.
So the way that person looked at him gradually changed.
Geng Qi withdrew his gaze: "We are complete strangers, there is nothing to say to each other."
Seeing that he was about to leave, the man was startled: "My young master is the son of the Grand Elder of Yan Dan Sect."
Geng Qi paused, "So what?"
"..."
Even after the door closed, the Yan Dan Sect disciple who had been sent up to fetch someone was still in a daze. He stared blankly at the door for a long time, then looked up at the downstairs before turning around and leaving.
Half an hour later, there was another knock on the door. It was the teahouse waiter who came in, looking distressed. "Young master," he said, "the Crescent Moon Pavilion has already been booked. What do you think..."
Geng Qi lowered his head and sipped his tea: "Are all the immortal sects this wealthy and powerful these days?"
Upon hearing his words, the waiter's face darkened even further, and he almost pleaded, "Young master, please don't make things difficult for me."
They were just nobody, and couldn't afford to offend a disciple from a major sect. Geng Qi looked up at the door, took a piece of pastry, stuffed it into his mouth, clapped his hands, and stood up: "Okay."
As soon as he stepped out of the room, the waiter stepped aside, and a man holding a folding fan stood outside the door, looking at him with a half-smile and saying, "Young master, you have quite the airs."
The closer they got, the clearer they could see that the man was exceptionally handsome, his eyes sparkling so brightly that Qing Han's brows furrowed in worry.
Geng Qi, however, remained calm: "Excuse me."
“You…” The man’s face darkened: “Do you know who I am?”
"I forgot to ask, what's your name and how old are you?"
His voice was flat, yet the disciples of Yan Dan Sect detected a hint of fear in it. One of them, with an arrogant expression, said, "My young master's surname is Yang, he's twenty-one this year, and he is..."
"Oh, Young Master Yang!" Geng Qi interrupted, "You're over twenty and still haven't reached the Foundation Establishment stage. It seems the saying that premature ejaculation is detrimental to cultivation is indeed true!"
These words were completely inexplicable, and his smile was meaningful. Yang Wei was stunned for a long time before he reacted, his face instantly turning ashen: "You..."
Spiritual energy instantly condensed in his palm, his fingers curled slightly, and he reached out to grab Geng Qi with a claw. Before his hand was fully raised, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his calf, and his leg bent so that he knelt down on one knee.
Geng Qi said, "If you don't have the protagonist's halo, you can't be so eager to court death, understand, young man?"
Qinghan nodded: "I...I understand."
Yang Wei was furious. He suddenly looked up, but before he could speak, a series of hurried footsteps approached and someone shouted, "Young Master, the people from the Tianzhi Sect have arrived..."
The sound stopped abruptly when they saw their young master kneeling in front of a man in red.
Several Yan Dan Sect disciples who were about to make a move stopped when they heard the shouts of the newcomers.
"What are you all standing there for! Help me up!"
Yang Wei roared, and someone immediately helped him up. The messenger whispered a few words in his ear, and Yang Wei's anger vanished. He frowned and said, "He really came?"
Seeing the man nod, Yang Wei's expression became even more serious. He looked at Geng Qi and said sternly, "I'll let you go today, but you just wait!"
Geng Qi smiled faintly and waved to him.
Once everyone had come downstairs, Geng Qi's smile vanished: "Let's go."
With a quick tap of their toes on the railing, the two figures vanished from the corridor in the blink of an eye.
As Geng Qi emerged from the Crescent Moon Pavilion, a black crow landed on his hand. Following the direction the crow pointed, he stopped on a roof with a relief-carved tile roof and saw several disciples of the Tianzhi Sect dressed in blue.
Seeing what those people were doing, Geng Qi couldn't help but sigh. There really were differences between sects. Yan Dan Sect could even use a frivolous playboy in the Qi Refining stage to fill in the numbers. The disciples sent by Tian Zhi Sect, although their cultivation was not high, started doing business as soon as they arrived in town. They went around the streets in pairs, and even the charred corpse they saw at noon was taken away.
He followed the two disciples and watched them move the charred corpse they had found in a courtyard to another location. He figured the person they were looking for was somewhere they were going, so he followed them all the way.
"Young master... have you found the person?"
It was already dark. Ge Feng Town was not peaceful. Ordinary people would close their doors and windows after sunset. If they were seen wandering around on other people's rooftops like this, they would be mistaken for thieves.
Geng Qi was also frustrated. He suddenly realized that it was still difficult to match the characters described in words with the real people. More than half of the female disciples from Tianzhi Sect came for training, and they were all wearing the same disciple uniform. He saw everyone as the female lead!
If he tries to find out by name, will the female lead think he's a lecher?
Just as he was struggling with this thought, a scream suddenly came from a dark alley not far away.
"save……"
As soon as he finished speaking, the people around him stood up.
"Young master, I'll go take a look."
"Don't go..."
Unable to stop him in time, Geng Qi secretly rubbed his forehead, then glanced at the Tianzhi Sect over there where a streak of light flashed, and quickly followed.
A moment's hesitation made him a step too slow, and the silver light arrived first. When Geng Qi arrived, there was only a corpse left in the alley, and Qing Han was standing next to that corpse.
Upon seeing the corpse's clothing, Geng Qi frowned, feeling inexplicably that it looked familiar.
Qinghan stepped forward and turned the corpse lying in the corner over. Even with Geng Qi's strong mentality, he was still shocked by that face.
The man had an ordinary face, without a trace of blood, his eyes were wide open, and his face was pale. He held a broken folding fan in his hand. He was the son of the Grand Elder of Yandan Sect, who had just clashed with him at Crescent Moon Tower.
Geng Qi was stunned.
Even NPC cannon fodder wouldn't die this quickly!
"Young Master! Young... Ah!"
Another scream rang out. The Yan Dan Sect disciple, who had just rounded the corner and seen Yang Wei, fell to the ground in fright, pointing at Qing Han with a terrified expression, and said, "You...you..."
The Yan Dan Sect disciples who followed closely surrounded the entire alley entrance, staring incredulously at the corpse in the dark alley and the standing boy.
Meddling in other people's business will inevitably lead to being blamed; it's a timeless tactic.
Geng Qi shook his head inwardly, then suddenly sensed something was wrong. He subconsciously turned his head and saw a figure who had rushed over faster than him standing beside him, no more than three feet apart. As he turned his head, their eyes met, and they both froze.
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