Xiang Yang did not need to concern himself with how Sun Tao handled Qian Fu's death, nor did he need to pay it any mind. Sun Tao was a clever man; he would clean up the aftermath without leaving a trace.
By the time he returned home, it was already late at night. Stars glittered high overhead, most of the neighbors had sunk into sweet dreams, and the entire alley lay silent.
He drew a basin of clean water from the water vat in the courtyard, then found a clean white cloth in the kitchen. He poured the water down the blade from top to bottom. The originally clear stream instantly became a red line, sliding down onto the soft yellow earth.
As Xiang Yang carefully wiped the blood from the Wild Goose Feather Saber, he examined the reward for completing the Wordless Book's mission.
When the Wordless Book had first appeared, because of Xiang Da Niu's death, it had directly issued him three missions. The first two had already been completed, earning him the Iron Crotch Technique and the Hu Family Saber Technique. As for the reward for this third mission, the Basic Breathing Technique, Xiang Yang had already learned it from Jia Kui. He wondered how the Wordless Book would judge this.
It was still a sheet of paper white as snow. A phantom covered in writing peeled away within Xiang Yang's mind and imprinted itself deep in his eyes. There was no need to read its contents; they had already been deeply engraved in his heart.
With a sudden movement, Xiang Yang sprang to his feet. His right hand, gripping the saber hilt in reverse, trembled faintly, and his face filled with delight. The content passed to him by the Wordless Book was simply too considerate.
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