Li Qingmu stepped into the private chamber on the upper floor of the Flower Garden Tavern. Xu Xiaoshan and Auntie Chuyan were already seated at a low table with several bamboo scrolls laid out before them like battle plans.
At first, he felt it was nothing serious… maybe some minor squabble or a request for help with a trivial favor. He dropped onto the cushioned seat opposite them with his usual elegance and reached for the nearest scroll.
"Let's see what the fuss is about."
He muttered while he unrolled it.
His eyes scanned the neat official script.
Transportation manifests.
Dates, routes, seals.
The latest shipment that departed at dawn toward the Empyrean Thunder Sect.
His brows slowly furrowed.
Massive. Far too massive.
