Cheng Rixing Returns to the Capital

There would be another update at midnight.

The Morning Star hung high in the sky.

In the dim gray night, a boulder swayed as it rose from the ground, then silently settled elsewhere.

Sun Shaozong crawled out of the Secret Passage. After confirming that no one was nearby, he restored the stone to its original position and strolled into the study.

There was still some time before dawn, but there was certainly not enough time for him to go back to sleep.

So, after washing up briefly, Sun Shaozong sat down at his desk—though he had spent the whole night polishing and revising, he had not written a single proper word.

He might as well use the time before daybreak to draft an opening. Once he reached the Dali Temple, he could continue writing along that line of thought.

Since it was only a rough outline, there was no need for flowery prose. Sun Shaozong found writing it much easier. He had intended to write only an opening, but the more he wrote, the smoother it went. By the time he finally set down his brush, there were already more than two thousand imposing characters on the page.

By then, daylight had long since broken.

Sun Shaozong shook out his aching wrist and pulled out his pocket watch for a glance. Mao Hour had long passed, and it was nearly eight in the morning.

Well then.

He was late again today.

Still, it did not matter much. At Sun Shaozong's level, so long as he was not late or leaving early every day, no one would make an issue of it.

Since he was already late, Sun Shaozong simply reviewed the outline twice more, marking several omissions one by one and making corrections in the margins.

As a result, the