One arrow could hold back a million troops; one arrow could flatten the mountains blocking one's path.
Wang Xian held his longbow. Naturally, the arrow he had fired earlier was not his strongest. In the lakeside courtyard, he did not want to casually use the rune-engraved bamboo arrows he possessed.
After all, this was Sunset City.
Who knew how many pairs of eyes were watching in the dark? One careless move could bring disaster upon him. At a time like this, he did not want to stir up any trouble.
Even if trouble came, the time was not yet right.
He had to wait.
At the very least, before the Beginning of Winter, before he drank that cup of Sunset Red Dust at Heaven's Fragrance Tower, he would not make another move.
So, he hid himself away.
He stayed awake all night, setting up dozens of trapping formations inside and outside the courtyard.
Every formation had been meticulously calculated by him, linked together in layers. Even if an expert at the city lord's level rashly entered, they would be trapped for half an hour.
Before dawn broke, a heavy fog rose by Cloud Dream Lake. Thick white mist billowed up from the lake's surface, shrouding the entire courtyard in an endless expanse of white.
The fog churned like a sea of clouds pouring down from the Ninth Heaven, swallowing the eaves, walls, and bamboo fences whole.
Unless one came here often, it would be difficult to notice that there was even a courtyard here.
Standing alone by the water, it seemed like an immortal realm.
Lying on the bed, Wang Xian thought so.
Outside the window came the sound of lake water gently lapping against the shore rocks, one wave after another, unhurried, as though telling some ancient secret.
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