No talking throughout the night.
Zhao Changhe spent half the time cultivating and the other half keeping an eye on his surroundings, without ever entering meditation.
Who knows how well Ms. Winged Fire Snake slept in the cave...
Heaven knows that Vermilion Bird didn't cultivate or sleep either, her mind was fully occupied thinking about how to extract more insights from him and the cost of doing so, and finally, how best to kill off this alias...
It's unknown whether it was Zhao Changhe's anti-tracking methods at work or because Wang Daozhong and the Sword Lake assassin got beaten and sent back causing the second wave of assassination to not fully commence yet. Anyway, the night was surprisingly calm. As dawn was breaking, Zhao Changhe opened his eyes under the tree and first saw the young lady emerging from the cave, bending in such a way that her curves were like mountains clustering and waves surging angrily—utterly breathtaking.
That figure was really spicy.
