Li Xuanfeng lowered his head, knowing he ought not to make a sound, remained silent, and then saw Yuansu raise his hand, speaking offhandedly:
"Go to the East Sea once more and kill for me."
He grasped with his hand, drawing from his sleeve a strip of cloth, densely filled with names—not lacking for prominent surnames, though only a small number were Foundation Establishment Cultivators; most were unfamiliar and youthful names.
Li Xuanfeng nodded, received it lightly, and placed it inside his robe.
Yuansu drew out a jade talisman from his bosom, his voice low and hoarse; his usual lazy, careless manner now tinged with a trace of age:
"This is something gained from Buddhist Practitioners in the North. It can conceal destiny. Take it when you kill, lest the seekers find your door."
He watched Li Xuanfeng accept it, then waved his hand, listless and dour:
"Go. Finish cleanly within three years."
