Chapter 57: Arts
“What on earth did you do to offend that Gong Muhua so much?” Wen Liujie said.
They were at the discussion chamber of the Night Alchemist’s Yard—the large room with the map and the notice board. Yu Han sat by the low long-table on a straw zabuton. On the table was the empty vial of the disinfectant potion he’d just taken.
Wen Liujie paced the discussion chamber with tense steps. His hands, clasped behind his back, held a scroll he’d just taken from one of the many shelves lining three sides of the chamber.
“I exist,” Yu Han said.
“Explain,” Wen Liujie said. He stopped pacing, a serious look on his face.
Yu Han narrated the events and the final words Gong Muhua had whispered to him before knocking him out.
“Fatty, you offended someone you shouldn’t have,” Buff Baldy had whispered. “Each time you come to the practice field, you’ll end up in the medical hall for a week. Don’t blame me for this. We all have to survive.”
They lapsed into silence.
“I don’t remember any Inner Sect disciple by the name of Sima. At least, not a notable one,” Wen Liujie said, scratching his stubble. “Still, how dare he so blatantly defy the Sect Leader’s edict?”