Chen Ping returned to the south of the city again.
In the mansion of the scholar who traveled to the capital for exams, rented cheaply out of kindness.
Since Chang Sansi died, there were no longer any disciples of Cyan Hall Incense Hall watching here.
Presumably, they also knew that with the martial force of Chen Ping and others, even if they kept a close watch day and night, they wouldn't dare to arrest them. If they did, it would be seeking death.
As expected, it was cold and deserted here, new leaves replacing old ones on the trees, a circle of fallen leaves not cleaned by anyone.
Chen Ping entered the courtyard, looking at the furniture and arrangements once cleaned and organized by the five of them, now covered in dust, while the kitchen still exuded a breath of life.
He thought again of how Zuo Duanshou had passed away in the Yellow Springs, Hua Lian'er was nowhere to be seen, and Little Stool had been tortured to death.
He stood in the courtyard, silent for a moment.
