Chu Qing silently looked up, listening to the person approaching with the sound of tiles clattering beneath their feet, and after a moment, the sound gradually faded away.
He pondered for a moment but didn't pay it much mind.
In the martial world, there are too many affairs and too many people.
Everyone is busy with their own matters every day, and it's not unusual to see people running around in the middle of the night.
The curfew of the City Lord's Mansion can keep the common people in check, but it can't control these high-flying martial artists.
He had no reason to watch every commotion.
Unless something is related to him or if there's a job to take up, it's better not to get involved in other people's business.
Thinking this, he closed his eyes again and started practicing the Purple Mist and Void Scripture.
However, just as he practiced for no longer than the burning of an incense stick, the footsteps that had left earlier suddenly returned.
