Chapter 59

• Soon, the wails of Mo Yunqi echoed through the mountains.
• Noon, inside the Canglan Hall.
• Old Man Ji sat at the head of the table, drinking occasionally. He was still drunk and not entirely sober. To his left, in the first seat, was Ji Anzhi, lazily licking a pair of chopsticks. To Old Man Ji’s right sat a bald man, who held a string of iron beads in his hand. The beads were smooth and emitted a faint, eerie glow—clearly made of no ordinary material.