After stabilizing the Gu power throughout his body and fully fusing the Silver Scale Gu Skin with his flesh, Zhou Feng did not attempt any further cultivation. Nor did he rush to investigate the lingering turmoil outside.
He knew that, with the chaos barely over, Nine Void Mountain would be at its most vigilant: eyes everywhere, scrutiny at its strictest.
The more restless he became, the easier it would be to give himself away.
His best choice was to lie low and wait patiently for the situation to cool and order to return.
He sat quietly in his room, his aura completely withdrawn. Like an ancient well gone still, he betrayed not the slightest ripple as he waited for the dust outside to settle.
To Zhou Feng's mild surprise, order returned to Nine Void Mountain far faster than he had imagined.
The upheaval had seemed to sweep across the entire territory and shake its foundations, yet after True Person Jiukong intervened to suppress it, the aftershocks faded swiftly.
After just one night, the curfew and lockdown across the region had been largely lifted, and the various administrative offices resumed their normal duties.
At daybreak the next morning, a message carried by a Gu reached Zhou Feng's residence.
It was a notice to report for duty at the Tax Gu Division.
Zhou Feng remained impassive, not at all surprised.
The sooner routine duties resumed, the more clearly it showed that Nine Void Mountain's leadership wanted to erase the traces of the unrest and steady people's nerves.
Without hesitation, he straightened his clothes and suppressed every unusual trace of his aura. Looking once more like a lazy, ordinary, harmless low-ranking clerk, he strolled off to the Tax Gu Division.
The moment he entered the division courtyard, Zhou Feng noticed a marked change.