On a moonless, windy night, snow and wind swept through the streets:
At the corner of a wall:
Beneath two small piles of snow, two pairs of bright eyes stared fixedly at the Martial Academy!
The Martial Academy was bustling with activity.
Young men and women sang and danced.
Men and women who had been abducted wept bitterly.
Others loudly and brazenly described how it had felt to destroy estate after estate.
There was fine wine and sumptuous food, along with cheers and joyous laughter.
Gulp!
Zhuge Hei swallowed and muttered in a low voice, "I'm hungry too!"
"Sima, can we eat something?"
Sima Zhao rolled his eyes and muttered, "How about you eat some snow first and make do with that?"
Zhuge Hei fell silent.
At that moment, many black-clad men appeared outside again. They had all come looking for Sima Zhao and Zhuge Hei.
They frantically made hand signals, but there was no response.
The black-clad men were dumbfounded.
Could it be that these two prodigies had already fallen?
In the end, the black-clad men quietly left.
Zhuge Hei gave a strange laugh. "Even our own people have given up on us."
"Chu Qing and the others inside would never imagine we could be this patient."
"After a while, I'll charge in and give them a surprise."
"Be careful. Don't let them give you a surprise!"
"Keep a low profile. As long as you silently take out Chu Qing, that's enough. The rest doesn't matter."
Zhuge Hei nodded.
One hour... Three hours... Late at night.
The Martial Academy fell silent.
Rustle!
Zhuge Hei stood up.
Snow scattered all over the ground.
He stretched his limbs, then grabbed a handful of sandalwood incense and lit it.
He respectfully bowed toward a certain direction.
"Great Strength God-Demon, you must protect