"Brother Su, our journey has been smooth so far, hasn't it?"
After they had finished their hotpot in the banquet hall, the Third Elder and Su Xuan moved into the accommodations Fu Yong had arranged for them. The residence could be described as luxurious, with hand-embroidered carpets spread across the floor, landscape paintings and calligraphy by famous artists adorning the walls, and bedding of exquisite comfort and quality. They each had their own room and were not staying together.
"Third Elder, you..."
Su Xuan certainly didn't feel the trip had been smooth. Although Fu Yong had agreed to lend them the furnace, he had only said it would be arranged "soon." Exactly when "soon" might be was worth pondering. He furrowed his brow and asked the Third Elder, "What exactly is the issue between you and Fu Yong?"
It's more than just a critique of his Dan Art. Su Xuan thought, not believing the simple explanation.
