Chuzheng brought Ming Xian over the wall. Ming Xian was somewhat distracted, and it wasn't until Chuzheng pushed him into the room that he snapped back to reality: "They're targeting me, you should leave now..."
"Go to sleep."
Chuzheng pushed him in and slammed the door shut with a bang.
Ming Xian: "..."
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"Are we just going to keep watching like this?"
"That's what the orders say, so that's what we'll do."
The two of them crouched in the dark, watching a part of the courtyard. Perhaps because they were truly bored, they started chatting.
"But the person's right inside, what are we waiting for? We should deal with that Demon Head soon, to prevent him from recovering and causing more trouble in the martial world."
"According to Young Master Liang, he won't recover quickly. We're supposed to keep watch, in case there are other masters beside the Demon Head."
The two were engrossed in their conversation and didn't notice someone approaching from behind.
