On the second floor of the tavern, Chu Mu took a seat and casually ordered a pot of Spirit Wine and a few plates of Spiritual Food. A tavern attendant called out the order and departed.
The tavern was bustling, just like Jingmen had been. Cultivators came and went in an endless stream, filling the air with a cacophony of voices. A wide array of information reached Chu Mu's ears amidst the noise.
He took out his Sound Transmission Order. After a year in secluded meditation to heal his injuries, he had accumulated a great number of messages.
Xu Yuan and his wife had long since evacuated with the Righteous Alliance. They had settled in at Qingxi Mountain and were safe.
The other messages were mostly from the several Foundation Establishment Cultivators of the Xie Family.
He pondered for a moment before replying to them one by one. Suddenly, a sound transmission from Xie Cangfeng came through.
