[The Nobleman Pleads for Mercy; Lu Zi Departs in Disgust.]
.......
The incident had ruined any interest Lu Xuan had in exploring Luoyang City, and he returned to the Guardian Storage Room in silence.
First, he wiped down every book in the room, one by one. Most of the scrolls contained the teachings of the Hundred Schools of Thought, and now, it seemed he himself had joined the ranks of those masters, with a few new scrolls added to the collection.
Once he finished wiping the scrolls, Lu Xuan sat cross-legged on a meditation cushion. He poured a cup of hot tea, lit a stick of Sandalwood Incense, and was lost in thought amidst the swirling fragrance.
'The massacre in the Sui Region... Senior Brother Zhang would never do something like that. It's not in his character.'
'And I haven't received a letter from Senior Brother Zhang in a long time...'
A sudden anxiety gripped him, and he downed three cups of hot tea before he finally calmed down.
"It can't be..."
