Inn of the Five Silver Fish
Wen Yunfei meandered through the afternoon day, taking his time to reach the Inn of the Five Silver Fish. He rarely got the chance to come down from the mountaintop, and even rarer still, a chance to stay for so long in the city. The hustle and bustle felt comforting, soothing. The energy here was indeed quite prosperous, although whether it was from the natural qi of the landscape or the effort spent by the people of the crowd was harder to determine. As Daoist Peng had always said, "The land around you supplies the pure qi you require to cultivate, but your cultivation in turn strengthens the qi of the land. The greatest treasure of a clan or sect, be they human or Demon, is their land, which generations of masters have crafted into the Source their Dao."
Wen was dressed in a simple black and grey robe, something humble and not uncommon to the street folk around him. His long black hair was tied up top in a traditional high ponytail. He kept an unassuming jian in a sheath at his back. He was glad of the assignment to keep himself hidden in town, as he much preferred these clothes. He wore this simple outfit most often, while working, while training, or while visiting his family. It was only when he'd become talented enough and his master had brought him to meet other Demons that he'd been given an adorned and feathery Daoist robe. It was in a Peacock's nature to show off after all.
Wen pushed open the doors to the bustling inn and grinned at the sight. So much excitement and buzz all in one place. He'd heard many stories from the Fox Demons of the hijinks that started here. The Snake Demon hissed of the exciting heists that were planned out by patrons like these. Even an Ox Demon once wistfully recounted the tales of the fights he'd gotten into in human taverns.
He scanned the room both cautiously and curiously. He wasn't expecting to recognize anyone, but Chung Wu-Ma managed to surprise him.
"Master Chung," he responded fondly to the man's greeting. "A pleasure to see a hero such as you in town."
He took a seat next to the man, and raised an appreciative hand at his invitation. "How I wish my Master could hear you refer to me as learned," he chuckled softly. "Although he'd probably smack me upside the head. Please, I'm still young."
When the waiter brought out the jars, Wen gratefully tapped the table in thanks and took a long swig. It was quite refreshing after the long journey and the afternoon sun. He wiped his mouth and leaned toward Chung to make sure they weren't overheard. "I assumed it was still dangerous for you if you were recognized in town. What brought you to Qinxing?"
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