Walking out of the mission hall, Yu Xuan still had one nagging question: what was a monk doing here?
As far as he knew, the Heaven Immortal Sect didn't follow any monastic traditions, nor did it house monks — especially not ones meditating in public mission halls. Her presence was a puzzle.
'I can always ask her later', he thought, pushing the curiosity aside for now.
His immediate priority was to meet the contact for the escort scroll mission.
The location had already been marked on his medallion. To his mild surprise, it turned out to be a tea house.
After wandering through a few winding streets in the town's outer sector, Yu Xuan arrived in front of a modest little establishment.
It was nothing extravagant: a few wooden chairs, a simple counter, and the smell of fresh leaves steeped in hot water.
The setup was designed for direct interaction — the kind of place where the owner brewed and served the tea personally.
Inside, in the far corner, sat a lone figure.
