"For this sort of thing, just trust the Immortal Platform." An Zang's voice was gentle and clear. "Every trade has its specialists. We fighters should stick to fighting."
"There has to be some basis for it."
"He only said one thing to me." An Zang smiled. "The Bright Sword Master will be back tomorrow."
"..." Shi Zanxue froze for a long time. "...So that was it."
After a while, she added, "I wonder whether we'll get to see [Illuminating the Nether] tonight."
"If whoever comes carries enough weight, it will naturally be on him," An Zang said.
Shi Zanxue's thoughts suddenly wandered, and she asked with a smile, "Martial Uncle, do you think [Illuminating the Nether] might still hold old images of King Mu?"
An Zang smiled too. "Preferably images of him digging a hole to bury his 'immortal cache,' right?"
Shi Zanxue smiled.
But An Zang's expression sobered, and he sighed softly. "I rather hope not."
"Hmm?"
"Because we weren't the first to get hold of it."
Shi Zanxue fell silent too. They walked quietly for a while before she sighed softly. "Actually, even if we really do reclaim the name [Son of Heaven Mu] one day, it could only be Martial Uncle Ye who-"
An Zang gently raised the back of his hand toward her, and Shi Zanxue said no more.
Both stopped at once. Ahead, the enormous estate crouched like a giant beast in the night rain.
The Immortal Platform.
The fourth floor was just as quiet and still. A single light shone behind the window gauze, casting the silhouette of a figure with the air of an owl.
Pu Huaimeng pushed open the door and entered from the darkness, his footsteps equally soundless.
Wu Dong merely raised his eyes a little, then closed them again without