SeoHan hummed quietly as he slipped away to one of Xian's pubs, skillfully avoiding the extra sword training his fellow disciples were enduring. He wasn’t too concerned about the consequences — he was far more interested in savoring some sweet rice wine and enjoying the warm summer night.

As he stepped into his favorite pub, SeoHan's eyes widened slightly at the sight of a familiar black robe — the distinctive garb of a Mount Hwa Sect disciple. Xian was the territory of the Zhongnan Sect, and for a Mount Hwa disciple to show up here was nothing short of provocative. Couldn’t they just stay on their side of Shaanxi?

SeoHan rolled his eyes and casually approached the Mount Hwa disciple, taking a seat across from them. "Bold of you to come to Xian, especially wearing your sect’s colors," he remarked, eyeing them from head to toe with curiosity. "If you’re here to cause trouble, I’ll have to handle you myself," he said, his grip briefly tightening on the hilt of his sword before he let go, flashing a charming smile instead. "But honestly, I’d rather drink than fight. So, how about you finish that drink before I escort you out of Xian?" he added with a flirtatious tone, signaling the waiter to bring him a drink as well.