At dusk, the billowing black smoke had yet to cease. The entire sky was veiled in shadow by its ascent.
In town, a courtyard gate still stained with blood slowly opened. Chu Mu walked out, and just like the sky, a shadow had clearly fallen over his features.
Chu Mu had already turned a blind eye to the suffering of others. The distance to Mingxin Hall was only a few hundred meters, yet it took him nearly a quarter of an hour to walk it.
"Elder Li."
As always, Chu Mu greeted him respectfully with cupped hands.
"You're here."
Elder Li set down his book and looked at Chu Mu, who stood with a slight bow. Then, his somewhat cloudy gaze shifted, also looking outside the door.
The streets were deserted, save for the scurrying Inspectors and the captured men on Forced Labor being escorted back.
