Meng Jueyan did not understand it.
She had always viewed Ju Fan as a madman. His old reputation in the sect was not pleasant, and she had even heard of him back in the Slave District. The word about a man who kept on coming month after month, but never buying things had spread among the guards and then to the slaves.
His appearance certainly matched the rumors. But these last two days did not align with anything she had expected.
He worked like an ascetic scholar. He studied like a disciplined elder. He spoke harshly, but never cruelly. He gave orders, but not humiliating ones. His behavior toward slaves was unlike anything she had seen in the sect.
If not for the fact that she was standing inside a cave in the Slaughtered Moon Divine Blood Sect, she could almost imagine him as a diligent disciple of an orthodox sect who had lost his way.
She watched him as he inscribed runes on a copper plate.
