Su Zizhan sheathed his sword, called for Qing Hun, instructed him to pack up briefly, and set off that very night, leaving Beian City.
Under the pitch-black and windy night, he left with the thirteen guardian spirits, as silently as a whisper.
The wind was howling fiercely at night, so strong that it seemed it might blow the roofs off houses, and not even tall walls could block its chill breath.
After Su Zizhan left, Hua Yan stood in the courtyard, looking up at the sky where dark clouds concealed the moon and the night was dark as ink, with not even a glimmer of starlight visible. She heaved a deep sigh.
Prince Xiaowu approached Hua Yan and called out, "Fourth Sister-in-law."
Hua Yan withdrew her gaze from the night sky, looked at Prince Xiaowu, and smilingly said, "Xiaowu, rest assured, I promised your Fourth Brother to bring you here to gain experience and protect you thoroughly, and naturally, I will ensure your safe return to the Capital City."
