Tomorrow she would continue the tournament if the matches proved worthwhile. After that, she would return to the eastern road. She had not forgotten the missing martial artists or the strange coldness reported by Auntie Luo. If anything, the tournament had reminded her that a powerful name did not guarantee a reliable sense of responsibility. The Jianghu had plenty of people eager to be admired. It needed more people willing to notice when someone was being treated unfairly. Qiao Zhi blew out the lamp, lay down, and fell asleep before she could start thinking about the far-off city again.
