The road through the martial world stretched ever onward amid calls of "Until we meet again." Chen Jing bid Zhou Qing'an farewell and set off on his return journey.
When he left, Black Whirlwind was quite reluctant to part with him.
Zhou Qing'an suggested that he take Black Whirlwind to the Central Plains to broaden his horizons, but after much consideration, Chen Jing remembered his curse as a destroyer of mounts and vehicles and politely declined.
Besides, traveling with Black Whirlwind really would have been inconvenient.
Take this very moment, for instance, with the moon hidden and the wind howling.
Chen Jing stood once more beneath Ye City's walls, which towered over a hundred feet high.
He carried a huge bundle of gold, silver, and other treasures on his back.
To enter the city unnoticed, he could only sneak in, but with Black Whirlwind along, he would have had to use the gates.
First, Chen Jing circulated his blood qi to sharpen his five senses.
Seizing a gap between the soldiers' patrols atop the wall, he leaped up with the bundle weighing several hundred pounds on his back. He kicked off the wall twice and successfully reached the battlements, then sprang away again, drifting into the city as lightly as a dark cloud.
His most pressing task now was to exchange the enormous bundle of treasure on his back, along with ten thousand taels of silver, for banknotes.
That would make traveling much easier.
He therefore planned to stay in Ye City for a while.
Of course, before setting out, Chen Jing had also asked Zhou Qing'an about the situation in Ye City.
After all, with Grand Commandant Zhang dead, Ye City had lost its guiding hand.
He wondered whether unrest might break out.
According to Zhou Qing'an, however, after