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When he returned to the mansion at night, the moon was already at its zenith.
The streets and alleys of Yujing City were still bustling, even livelier than during the day, especially with the laughter and chatter from the taverns carrying far.
Amid the entourage of guards, Chu Zhiyuan strolled leisurely, shaking his head.
Do these people not sleep?
Why is it busier at night than during the day?
Is it because martial artists have abundant energy, leading to this? But martial artists also need rest and training.
He truly couldn't comprehend the lifestyle of these people.
Suddenly, in the crowd, he saw Huang Shiron surrounded by two girls in white garments.
Huang Shiron remained serene and aloof, still possessing unmatched beauty.
Clad in a pale yellow gauze gown, she swayed elegantly, like a tender willow in the wind, yet the longsword at her waist made anyone watching afraid it would break her slender waist.
