Six Visits to Li Shun's Door

The long street lay empty and silent as Li Shun walked alone, his thoughts racing.

"Emperor Gan can no longer see all the capable people beneath heaven. In that case, as long as I stay out of Sacred Capital, I should be safe."

What Li Shun feared being exposed was naturally not the matter of borrowing two hundred years of life, but the secret of the Square Inch space he possessed.

Everything he had experienced within the sealed earth, along with Elder Mu's abruptly cut-off warning, had given Li Shun the faint feeling that Emperor Gan might be even stronger than he had originally imagined.

With unease in his heart, he had gone to seek Wei Wuqi's advice earlier.

"Wei Wuqi may not be entirely right, but he is still one of the people in this world closest to Emperor Gan."

"Come to think of it, I used to see Elder Wei only as an unfathomable senior expert and had no idea how to deal with him specifically. But after hearing the illusory echoes of his past in the Imperial Tomb's sealed earth, I roughly came to understand his temperament."

"After all these years, though he has gone through all manner of things, the foundation of his character seems not to have changed much."

"Once I've grasped the thread of it, dealing with him becomes much easier," Li Shun thought to himself.

The next day, the first day of the eighth month in the Tomb Calendar.

As promised, Li Shun went to Elder Wei's courtyard to learn the sword.

Meanwhile, Fang Xun received Zhao Cheng's reply.

Ever since he had sacrificed his disciple to help Zhao Cheng seize Lu Tinglan's legacy armor, Fang Xun's relationship with him had grown increasingly close. Even their correspondence had shed its official formalities and