The long street lay deserted. Li Shun walked alone, his thoughts racing.
Emperor Gan no longer has the power to see everything under heaven. In that case, I should be safe as long as I stay out of the Sacred Capital.
What Li Shun feared exposing was naturally not the matter of borrowing two hundred years of lifespan, but the secret of the Square Inch Space he possessed.
Everything he had experienced within the burial mound, along with Elder Mu's abruptly interrupted warning, left Li Shun with a vague suspicion that Emperor Gan might be even stronger than he had originally imagined.
With that hidden worry weighing on him, he had come to seek Wei Wuqi's advice.
Wei Wuqi might not be entirely right, but he is, after all, one of the people closest to Emperor Gan in this world.
Come to think of it, I used to see Elder Wei only as an unfathomable senior master, with no clear idea how to deal with him. But after hearing those phantom voices from his past in the Imperial Tomb Burial Mound, I gained a rough understanding of his temperament.
Despite everything he has been through over all these years, the underlying hues of his character seem to have changed very little.
Once I have my finger on his pulse, dealing with him becomes much easier, Li Shun thought.
The next day was the first day of the eighth month in the tomb calendar.
As agreed, Li Shun went to Elder Wei's courtyard to learn the sword.
Meanwhile, Fang Xun received Zhao Cheng's reply.
Ever since sacrificing his disciple to help Zhao Cheng obtain Lu Tinglan's armor, Fang Xun had grown increasingly close to him. Even their correspondence had shed its official formalities and become much more casual.
He opened the