Blue bricks and black tiles; dim light wavered. The west side gate stood shut, with its back to the water and a tree beside it. No one guarded it, and the silence was enough to make one's heart skip a beat.
After being tempered by "waiting" for the Wolf King, Meng Qi felt not the slightest impatience. He waited patiently for the two Mysterious Persons to come out. If they could get their hands on evidence against the Cao Family, perhaps things would be easier. Jiang Zhiwei was the same. How could someone capable of entering a death seclusion lack patience?
Without patience, without quiet, painstaking tempering, there could be no swordlight that shattered its bonds and shot skyward!
Time trickled by. The night in the north, in the early winter, was cold enough to freeze a drunkard to death, but Meng Qi and Jiang Zhiwei had long since become impervious to heat and cold. They focused solely on the black side gate.
Creak. The side gate gave a faint groan, and the Cao Family's grand formation trembled slightly, but quickly quieted under the token's influence.
Cao Tai had escorted the two Mysterious Persons out!
His expression was solemn, as though he were doing something of the utmost importance!
He said little, merely nodding lightly to the two Mysterious Persons before turning back inside and closing the side gate. The two Mysterious Persons' bodies rippled like water, transforming into strange streaks of light that skimmed along the ground and vanished beyond the Cao Family's Ancestral Residence in the blink of an eye.
Sensing the lingering traces of their auras, a golden-lotus-like light seemed to bloom in Meng Qi's eyes as he caught the two Mysterious Persons' tracks.
Two streaks of dark light soon appeared in his pupils, moving forward through