Wu Mengchan and Yang Lian'Er were already asleep.
After Wu Liangchen finished his daily training in the courtyard, he felt his martial prowess had advanced once more. His Golden Body Cross Training Skill, in particular, seemed to progress daily.
Afterward, Wu Liangchen fetched a basin of cold water to wash up, then sat in the courtyard drinking tea.
By now, he was impervious to heat and cold. Far from feeling chilled by the courtyard's cold wind, he found it invigorating.
It was now the middle of the night. The already desolate Wuyang Guard grounds were now utterly silent. If not for the faint sound of barking dogs, it would have seemed like a city of the dead.
Wu Liangchen sipped his tea, considering leaving first thing in the morning.
He had no intention of lingering, as the place gave him a very bad feeling.
If staying a few more days invited unnecessary trouble, it wouldn't be worth it.
