The moonlight revealed a cold, dark road.
Song Cheng walked alone on the path back to the prefectural city.
With data, a heart's eye, and strength, he easily avoided every passerby, making himself seem like a ghost walking the streets of the prefectural city, a person who existed outside of anyone's perception.
The humanoid forms built from white lines had mostly lain down in this pitch-black world.
The young man walked alone all the way, climbed over the wall at Ruyi Commerce Chamber, quickly returned to his family's courtyard, removed his bamboo hat and cloak, and sat on the stone stool in the small courtyard.
He needed to rid himself of the hostile air, murderous intent, and the dust of the road, then enter the house.
Hostile air and murderous intent were meant for enemies and trouble.
At home, there was no need for that.
But it wasn't long before the door opened on its own.
Miss An came out in her nightgown, her hair uncombed, yet she exuded a lazy elegance.
