As night deepened, the three children roamed the capital for half a day, full of excitement, unaware if they were asleep or cultivating.

Under the dark sky, Zhou Xu and Zhang Ping continued their night watch. Ever since Xu Qingzhou taught them the sword technique on the mountain top, they had been unwaveringly loyal to him.

They guarded Mister Xu closely, even though they knew his strength didn't require their protection. It was simply what they wanted to do, the only thing they could do for him.

Inside the room, Xu Qingzhou worked late into the night. The table was piled high with sheets of rice paper, and the oil lamp was half-burned, its light dimming.