Courtyard.
The night was like water.
Zhou Yi stood in the courtyard, his eyes filled with reluctant attachment.
"This identity can no longer be used for now. Too many people in the capital and the northern frontier know of it. It's rather dangerous."
Li Hong, Chen Jinyu, the Wei family, and the others seemed trustworthy, but during Zhou Yi's years in the Heavenly Prison, what he had seen most was how fickle and unfathomable the human heart could be.
One moment they were intimate friends; the next, they were enemies who could not live beneath the same sky.
"When I changed identities last time, I only thought of keeping it simple and quick, but I left behind a huge flaw."
"This time, I'll learn my lesson and become someone completely unrelated to Zhou Yi. No one will ever imagine there is any connection between the two. Besides, it's not as if Zhou Yi is dead. He can still show himself when needed."
Zhou Yi had formed a plan. He would never return to the Heavenly Prison again; there were too many acquaintances there.
During the day, Zhou Yi had tendered his resignation. Captain Yang did not make things difficult for him, though his expression had been rather gloomy.
There would not be any retaliation afterward. After all, Zhou Yi was merely a prison guard somewhat skilled in martial arts, not someone worth a hero's time and hatred.
"Living too long is troublesome too. Every few decades, I have to change identities!"
Zhou Yi let out a hypocritical sigh and pulled a blue-covered booklet from his robes.
Written in Hanyu Pinyin were the people and places within Fengyang Kingdom most likely connected to cultivation.
Behind every person and location were extensive notes and analyses, compiled after repeated investigation and verification by