After the black-robed man left, the house fell silent again.
Xu Qing picked up the jade token on the table and fused his divine sense into it, slowly checking it. After a long time, a dense coldness rose in his eyes. As he looked out into the night through the window, the cold seemed to seep into the night, becoming part of the scenery.
Using the night wind as his brush, the silence as his rhythm, the boundless universe as his canvas, and the starlight and moonlight as his ink, he painted a picture of the scene just before dawn.
Gradually, Xu Qing's figure blurred outside this painting, until it eventually disappeared without a trace.
When he appeared, he had already walked into the streets in the painting and walked into the distance, heading toward Imperial Academy.
