Deepest night.
Sword Qi flowed like a great waterfall of blue, circling Sword-Hanging Cloud Island with a unique beauty.
Fang Yang, having encountered difficulties, pondered for a moment before getting up to leave. He intended to return to his quarters, change, and go to sleep.
He didn't seem the least bit troubled or perplexed by the current problem.
His actions left Elder Hua feeling perplexed.
It wasn't just Elder Hua; even Second Uncle Fang was utterly baffled.
'Could it be that Fang Yang has already found a solution?'
The night was as cool as water.
The administrative pavilion was silent.
Since Fang Yang, the one in charge, had gone to sleep, there was no longer any need for them, the ones assisting with political affairs, to remain.
And so, one by one, they left the administrative pavilion, returning to their own residences in a state of confusion.
But amidst the crowd, Elder Hua changed direction and silently headed for Sen You's residence, completely unnoticed.
