Eventually, he got used to it. Or perhaps it was more accurate to say he'd grown numb.
One night, Xiaotao even rolled over in her sleep and began mumbling.
She said things like, "Miss, Xiaotao wants to go home," and, "Young Master, please don't!" Who knew what sort of strange things she was dreaming about.
At the foot of Hidden Sword Mountain lay a small town. As the first day of the third month drew near, the town filled with Jianghu Knights bearing swords and sabers.
However, most of these Jianghu Knights had received a Heroic Invitation and were here by official summons. Even if they had ulterior motives, they wouldn't stir up trouble and jeopardize the main event with the first of the third month so close.
"What's your plan?"
「The twenty-ninth of the second month.」
The three of them sat in a corner of the restaurant, waiting for their food.
