Spring had already returned. There was no wind or rain.
The next day, at dawn.
The warm sun had just risen.
An Le did not sleep the entire night, but he felt extremely energetic. His Spirit Refinement Shedding Mortality Realm made him energetic.
After painting for a night, he drew bamboo casually. He used the pride in the bamboo pole and the sharpness of the bamboo leaves to nourish the Sword Furnace between his eyebrows and gradually calm it down.
The commotion from yesterday had already ended, and An Le was not too affected. Luo Qingchen left Lin'an Prefecture with Zhu Shan's corpse. Whether he was dead or alive had nothing to do with An Le, but he remembered Luo Qingchen's promise.
After washing up, An Le changed into a green robe. Then, he wore the Ink Pool Sword and Green Mountain and left the courtyard.
After eating a bowl of beancurd at the entrance of the alley, he read and strolled towards West Lake as if he was used to it.
