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The moon shone bright, stars sparse.
The surroundings of Youjian Martial Arts School had, unbeknownst to anyone, become utterly tranquil.
"It's the dead of night, be careful with candles and lamps!"
The patrolling watchman, ringing his gong and clapper, slowly made his way down the street.
All the gates of Tri-element City were tightly shut; even the troops guarding them had been replaced with the tougher Ding State Army.
On this night, heaven knows how many were restlessly awake.
A storm is coming—Feng Man Building is filled with tension!
At Youjian Martial Arts School, on the school grounds.
Fang Xi was calmly practicing Mixed Origin True Skill.
As for whether Qing Sang and Qing Mu could escape, he didn't pay it much mind.
After all, if he was alright, they would definitely be alright.
If he himself couldn't even protect his own well-being, then why worry about them?
As for being captured to threaten him? He was someone who never succumbed to threats.
