[center][b]Golden River inn[/b][/center]
[center][color=6ecff6][b]Xiao Shan[/b][/color][/center]

Within Xincai, the hustle and bustling city, the Golden River Inn was full of martial artist of various backgrounds. Each of them was here for jobs, celebrating their success or drowning whatever misfortunes that they had in their task.

Strong incense filled the air, clanking of plates and chopsticks, and wine bowls repeatedly slammed on wooden tables by boisterous hands before being refilled.

At the corner of the inn at the first floor, a square table meant for four currently housed only one occupant. Not many are willing to share the same table due to their foreign appearance and warclub that rested against the wall, tall and large as they slowly sipped their own wine bowl, alongside a variety of dishes.

Adding to that, the blue hair and mask denoting a demonic face alongside the dominating presence along would have scared most people off, but those that do recognize the clothes and mask gave the owner a wider berth. Especially those of the orthodox martial artists that mingled here, giving a sharp glare from the corner of their eyes.

The young master of the Broken Mountain sect didn't show any inclination, opting to focus on their meal instead as they placed the cup down and continued to pick at the famous dishes in Xincai province. 

For her, all this chaos and constant activity was just like home.

[color=6ecff6][i]Hmm, a bit bland.[/i][/color] Xiao Shan thought as she popped a piece of chicken with chili paste sauce. It was a much sharper flavor than what she usually tasted but she supposed this was expected. The spiciness wasn't close to what they serve in Hunan as she chase it away with another mouthful of wine.

At least the portion was generous enough that she can get her money's worth.

Picking the last portion down into her stomach, she wiped her mouth exposed from the mask. She slowly stood up and grabbed her warclub, sending some of the patrons to rest their hands on their weapons as she walked past them and down to the ground floor. Her far eastern style of clogs thumped on the floor lightly with each step before Xiao Shan looked at the board of jobs available.

Idly, she came across the one that requested for help in looking for someone. A Tang Yuying, the madwoman of Sichuan. More known for her odd behavior rather than her affinity for martial arts.

Sparks of curiosity came, wondering just how one would be known for her personality in the Jianghu than martial arts.

With that, Xiao Shan headed out northwest. Wondering just how this mad woman will be.