The night sky was tranquil, the stars brilliant.
The streets of Qingyang Town were peaceful. Over the past few days, people had managed to overcome that mental hurdle. They were no longer panicking or so terrified, and the cries of women and children were rarely heard anymore.
Chu Feng walked along the bluestone road toward his home. It stood at the easternmost edge of town, beside stretches of orchards, and was very quiet. The courtyard was silent. Hearing neither people shouting nor cattle lowing, Chu Feng let out a slight breath of relief.
On his way back, Chu Feng had heard from acquaintances that someone had come looking for him today and seemed to have gone to his house. If Little Yellow Ox had been exposed, that would be troublesome.
Chu Feng was somewhat curious. With the world undergoing such drastic changes, communications between regions cut off, and danger everywhere, who would come all the way here to look for him?
"Who are you?"
Chu Feng's gaze shifted slightly toward the second-floor balcony of his house. His brows furrowed as a trace of puzzlement appeared on his face. The next moment, a figure appeared on the balcony. It was a young man with a faint smile, standing there and sizing him up.
Chu Feng disliked this immediately. A stranger had barged into his study without regard for the feelings of the homeowner. It was extremely rude. Moreover, the man scrutinized him from above as though he were the master of this place.
"Zuo Jun!"
As the young man leaped down, he answered Chu Feng. He dropped from the second-floor balcony into the courtyard, moving with agility and precision. He was clearly no ordinary person, resembling a soldier who had spent years moving through the wilderness.
Chu Feng carefully examined this