The sunlight faded completely, and night descended. On an empty street, a carriage traveled onward through the darkness.
Zhou Muzhi rested his cheek on his hand, his eyes lightly closed, feeling the jolting along the way as his whole body shook with it.
At some point, the jolting ceased. The carriage stopped, and the driver's quiet voice came from outside.
"Young master, we're home."
Zhou Muzhi opened his eyes, lowered his hand, and picked up the broken weapon he had brought back from the Zhong family. With the Listening-to-Rain Sword in his other hand, he bent down and stepped out of the carriage.
Once outside, he jumped down. Looking toward the entrance of the Zhou Residence, he saw two servants in black caps and cloth garments already waiting with lanterns, specifically to open and close the doors for him.
He climbed the steps and crossed the threshold. One servant hurriedly raised his lantern to light the way, while the other shut the doors.
The carriage outside also headed toward the stables by the side entrance.
Only when they reached the entrance to the rear courtyard did the lantern-bearing servant stop outside the round gateway, not daring to enter his master's resting quarters without permission.
Zhou Muzhi walked inside. Lanterns lit the path every few meters, so he had no difficulty returning to his room.
Halfway there, he saw someone sitting at the entrance to the side room opposite his own, seemingly lost in thought. At a glance, he knew it was Li Jingfei.
"Cough, cough..."
After their last battle, his master had developed a slight cough. Zhou Muzhi had invited renowned physicians from the city, but none had any way to resolve it.
According to the physicians, it was an ailment left by prolonged exertion. It could only be alleviated,