March 19, nightfall.
In the west of the city, the lanterns of the Lin Mansion flickered like ghostly lights, staggered in height, swaying eerily in the wind, illuminating the entire residence.
This night, however, was rainless. The spring rain that had lingered for several days unexpectedly took a brief rest this night.
The servants of the Lin Mansion couldn't help but say, "Perhaps even the heavens couldn't bear to see our Second Young Master die so young, and decided to pause the rain to send him off."
No one knew that the rainless night was perfect for Chen Xu's Mud Ball Daoist Soldier to travel.
His cultivation was still shallow at present, and for the time being, he could only imbue one Puppet Daoist Soldier with spiritual talent. When he released the Daoist Soldier, it couldn't stray more than ten miles from him.
Ten miles—neither too short nor too long a distance.
The actual distance from Ping'an Lane to the Lin Mansion just exceeded ten miles.
