Wang Xian did not rest that night.
Cleaning up the battlefield all by himself, he never grew tired of it.
The bloodstains on the street outside the tavern had already dried. Bent over, Wang Xian looked like a real blind man searching for something he had lost.
He whistled as he tucked money pouches and storage rings into his clothes.
"I'm rich, I'm rich..." he muttered to himself, a satisfied smile on his face.
He gathered up the swords and blades one by one. No, it would be more accurate to say that he hid them, concealing them in every inconspicuous corner along the streets of Azure Dragon Town.
It was not until the third quarter of the Tiger hour that the battlefield across Azure Dragon Town had finally been cleaned up.
Inside the tavern, money pouches had been piled into a small mountain, while the storage rings were lined up in a neat row.
Sitting beside the pile of money, Wang Xian dusted off his hands and finally yawned.
"That should be about it... I'll let that woman divide up the rest herself."
He got up, returned to his room in the back courtyard, and plunged headfirst onto the bed. Without even taking off his boots, he fell into a deep sleep.
At dawn, several peals of thunder sounded from the horizon.
A summer downpour, possible only in that season, suddenly came pouring down. Raindrops clattered against the blue tiles, but they did not wake Wang Xian from his sweet dream.
He slept too deeply to even turn over.
Du Yulin, however, woke with a start.
She abruptly sat upright, one hand already pressed against the spirit sword beneath her pillow. Only after realizing it was the sound of rain did she slowly release her grip and let out