Spring Return Hall.
Under the moonlight.
Aaron spread out paper, ground ink, and wrote the character "calm" seven times in a row with a brush.
In the face of great matters, one must remain calm!
He had already waited thirty years for this. He certainly did not mind waiting a few more days, until that immortal cultivator died!
He had originally had a chance to strike when he had been invited to examine the patient, but in the end, he had held back.
What if the other man possessed some protective treasure, or had exceptionally keen spiritual senses and woke upon sensing malicious intent?
He could not let all his previous efforts go to waste!
And so... he waited another month before confirming that the old fellow was absolutely dead.
After all, he had taken the man's pulse and knew his physical condition better than anyone. He knew that he had already been at the end of his oil and withered of his lamp back then.
Afterward, the Lin Family had also quietly held the funeral and burial rites.
After confirming that Lin Tuizhi was dead, Aaron waited another three years.
Even the Liu Family's old master had known how to pull off a fake death. Who knew what secret arts an immortal cultivator might possess?
Not until tonight!
Only then did Aaron decide to act and find himself a scapegoat!
Ma San was a local thug in Mu'en City, making his living by bullying men and women, stealing chickens and dogs.
He had originally been enjoying himself at the gambling house tonight, but his luck had been rotten. He had gambled away every last coin and was in the foulest of moods.
He walked down a pitch-black alley, intending to go home and sleep like the dead.
Suddenly,