Chapter Twenty-Two: Departure

When it came to the matter of drinking, all four of them shirked responsibility, insisting it had nothing to do with them. After all, last night they drank through the entire night, nearly finishing off all the liquor Mo Han had stored. At first, they claimed a few bottles would suffice, but things quickly spiraled out of control. Gu Zhiheng and Mo Han tried to stop everyone, but bottle after bottle was emptied until dawn broke. It was a miracle that they all managed to stumble home from the four corners of the city, collapsing into bed and sleeping so deeply that the sun was nearly setting before they woke.

“Han, are we really leaving tonight?” Chu Xingran was puzzled, unable to understand why they insisted on traveling at night.

The risks of setting out after dark were considerable and simply unsafe.

“You know nothing. Heng lacks real experience. Only by leaving at night will he get the chance, don’t you think?” Mo Han raised an eyebrow and shot Chu Xingran a meaningful look.

Real combat experience! The only way to gain it was to go out and take a beating.

“Isn’t that a bit too cruel? The ones outside aren’t like those registered with the Bureau,” Chen Yuan commented from behind, feeling the method was rather harsh.

But Mo Han disagreed. Gu Zhiheng had endured every hardship imaginable; a few scuffles wouldn’t faze him. Besides, with the three of them around, Gu Zhiheng would never be in real danger.

Chu Xingran had broken through in her cultivation last night, and Chen Yuan had recovered his original form, his strength multiplied several times over. In the past, Gu Zhiheng could take on both Chu Xingran and Chen Yuan alone; now, he wasn’t a match for either. Without actual experience, how could he ever grow?

Descending the stairs, Gu Zhiheng stared blankly at the three in the living room, certain they were plotting something behind his back.

Weren’t they supposed to leave at night? Why weren’t they packing, just sitting in the living room? Had they changed their minds?

Considering the possibility, he asked Mo Han, “So, we’re not leaving tonight?”

Leaving during the day sounded good too—it meant more scenery to admire.

“No, we’ll leave at ten, arrive at Mistbrow Mountain at midnight to rest.” Midnight at Mistbrow Mountain was always lively.

Once they dropped off Gu Zhiheng, the three of them could find a spot to drink tea, chat, and watch him take a beating.

“Alright, I’ve packed. What about you?” His sister’s expression seemed off, as did Chen Yuan’s.

Was Mo Han up to