Dim lights flickered inside the courtyard of green bricks and black roof tiles. Its west entrance overlooked waters and trees. No one guarded the area despite the firmly shut doors. It was unnervingly tranquil.
With his experience 'waiting' for Wolf King, Meng Qi felt no agitation whatsoever and waited patiently for the two mysterious persons to come out. If he could grab hold of the weakness of the Cao family, things might be easier to handle. Jiang Zhiwei shared his thought. How could a person capable of Life-risking Hermetic Training lack patience?
Without accumulating patience and going through various challenges, the sword light, capable of breaking away from its binds and soaring to the heavens, would not exist.
Time slowly passed, bringing with it a northern wind so cold that it could freeze drunkards to death. However, neither the cold nor warmth affected Meng Qi and Jiang Zhiwei now. They were focused on the black doors of the side entrance.
