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He felt as if Chu Zhiyuan would disappear at any moment, and couldn't help but feel a chill of fear.
In his trepidation, time seemed to crawl.
It was as though a second stretched into dozens, a quarter-hour became ten,
an hour transformed into ten hours.
As his tension mounted, Chu Zhiyuan suddenly opened his eyes.
"My lord!" He sighed with relief.
Chu Zhiyuan's eyes shone brightly, striking awe in him, making him instinctively want to bow.
"Look how scared you are," Chu Zhiyuan laughed. "This time, it's a good thing."
Zou Fang laughed. "Congratulations, my lord."
Chu Zhiyuan stood up and looked up. A crescent moon slanted west; it was already past midnight.
The cold moonlight filled the small courtyard.
"Go rest," Chu Zhiyuan said. "Tomorrow we'll make a trip to the White Crane Secret Land."
"Yes," Zou Fang bowed.
Chu Zhiyuan sat back on his bed, sat cross-legged, his expression relaxed and content.
Opening the window, the crescent moon hung obliquely.
