For some reason, Chu Mo felt restless tonight. After circulating Heavenly Will's scroll for a full cycle, he stepped out of his room.
The night sky twinkled with countless stars, and a deep silence hung over Heaven and Earth.
Every night, he used this time for alchemy, a routine well-known to his acquaintances. Hence, every night, without needing to dismiss them, they would automatically make themselves scarce.
Prince Xia Jing, that old rogue, was, in his own way, somewhat endearing, especially with his astonishing ability to gather medicinal herbs.
Considering this, Chu Mo thought to himself, 'Since Xia Jing has been so cooperative, I should sweeten things up for him in the next couple of days. I wouldn't want him to think that I'm deceiving him.'
In the grand scale of the Four Symbols Continent, hardly anyone could cure Xia Jing's ailment. Even if there were supreme healers, they might not lend a hand to a mere worldly prince.
