The sound of clashing blades, like the screech of birds, tore through the long rainy night, inevitably heard by neighbors all around.
Yet, in Dates Lane, no one dared to venture out to investigate.
Song Cheng, with his scrolls tucked under his arm and a long blade slung on his back, sprinted through the rainy night.
The night was dark, and the road slippery, yet he moved as if he were walking in broad daylight.
Even when he returned to the residence of the Ruyi Commerce Chamber, he instantly noticed, over the wall, Miss Ling quietly sneaking back through a hidden dog hole in the wall, crouching low.
Song Cheng swiftly vaulted over the wall to enter, then returned to his own courtyard...
It wasn't that he said...
The guards of such a residence were only good for watching the gates; in the face of real danger, everyone had to fend for themselves.
Back at his house, he knocked on the door, calling out softly, "It's me."
Young Mrs. Tong hurriedly opened the door.
