Over the next few days, Lin Qiye kept repeating the same routine: crossing the void, meditating to regulate his breath, then crossing the void again once his Mental Power had recovered...
In the dead-silent universe, it seemed that only endless stars remained to keep him company. Even the solar system had been left far behind; looking back, it was no bigger than a fist.
After using the Hand of Royal Authority to cross the void once more, he sat cross-legged atop Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi and returned all his attention to the Seraph clone.
Shangjing City.
Fifteen kilometers from Night Watchmen Headquarters.
The maple leaves blanketing the mountains looked like flowing fire, surging in waves beneath the wind. Shen Qingzhu climbed the stone path and stopped before the gate of a small courtyard.
He carefully examined the courtyard for a moment, then pushed open the gate and entered.
Everything in the courtyard had been kept spotless. A figure sat beneath a maple tree, bowing his head in contemplation before a chessboard.
"Why aren't you staying in your perfectly good office? What brought you here?" Shen Qingzhu asked as he entered the courtyard.
"I stayed here the whole time when I was at the Cthulhu gods' lair... Gradually, I got used to it. It's spacious and quiet here, suitable for thinking alone." Lin Qiye subconsciously raised his head and glanced toward a certain room, pausing for a moment.
"Besides, returning to this environment might let me put myself in his shoes and figure out what exactly he was thinking..."
Shen Qingzhu nodded slightly. "It really is a good place. It's close to Night Watchmen Headquarters too. For you, it's only a single step away."
"Did you come to see me about something?"
"Sort of."
Shen Qingzhu walked around to the other side of