"Lord Zhu, what's up?"
"Can't I just give you a call even if there's nothing going on?"
"Aiyoo, listen to you—other than drinking with me, anything you need, I'm there. But drinking is pure evil, I'm never touching another drop. Well, unless you're inviting me, then I could have maybe three drinks max, but no more than that."
"Hahaha..." On the other end of the phone, Lord Zhu burst out laughing. Of course he knew—last time Wen Yan got hammered, he woke up straight in the Netherworld; that's not a small trauma. Never drinking again makes sense. That he's willing to have three with him is really giving face.
"I just heard something, thought I'd let you know."
"Go ahead."
Then Lord Zhu told him about how Qing Xuzi had called, asking about a certain unusual ghost, and relayed the conversation once through.
"He asked, that old Taoist is in Virtue City now. You'd best look into his whereabouts and keep your distance.
