"Ah..."
Qing Shisan crouched on the rooftop, using a whistle to dismiss the hidden sentries nearby.
'Can't have the Master's secrets exposed, can I?'
Exhaling a puff of smoke, Qing Shisan personally witnessed the scene: Master Zheng leading a blindfolded, shy girl into the room on four separate occasions.
Qing Shisan was filled with emotion. A faint, bittersweet joy gleamed in his squinted eyes. It was the same satisfaction one feels watching their own son succeed with a girl for the first time.
As a retired old Ghostwriter, Qing Shisan had weathered countless storms and rarely showed his true feelings. To be able to grin so lewdly on a rooftop clearly meant that right now, Qing Pi was genuinely, from the bottom of his heart, happy for Master Zheng.
As the saying goes, a man only truly grows up after he starts a family and takes a woman. After all, it's only then that he's stained with the scent of blood and flesh, and with it, a killer's aura.
