The night air, moonlight like molten snow, sprinkled over the earth.
Yi Chen, beneath the endless stars, emerged from the Scripture Pavilion, pushed open the door of his residence in Azure Sky courtyard, brewed himself a cup of clear tea, and sat quietly by the window, reviewing the day's events.
His deal with Zhang Hu had already reached the halfway mark.
Today, he spent the whole day boosting Zhang Hu's reputation with "This man's strength is no less than mine," which seemed a fair trade for the wealth he was given.
The reason Yi Chen worked so diligently to spread Zhang Hu's fame was partly because Zhang Hu had paid handsomely, and secondly, he wanted to throw a smokescreen to the public to obscure his own abilities somewhat.
It was like hitting a jujube tree, hoping to strike fruit whether it bore dates or not.
