At dawn, Xiao Mo slowly opened his eyes in his courtyard.
He hadn't slept all night. He had been using the Great Dream of Yellow Millet to deduce the other party's identity and motives.
Logically, Xiao Mo felt that by using the Great Dream of Yellow Millet to deduce the lines of karma, even if he couldn't see the full picture, he should at least be able to find a few clues.
But the karmic threads of the man in black seemed to have been severed by someone, leaving Xiao Mo with no leads to follow.
'Forget it... I'll just take things one step at a time.'
Xiao Mo exhaled, deciding to set the matter aside for now.
After straightening the hem of his robes, Xiao Mo walked out of the courtyard.
Tushan Jing Ci had class at the Book Hall today, and as her Scholar's Attendant, Xiao Mo had to accompany her.
About the time it takes an incense stick to burn later, Xiao Mo arrived at Tushan Jing Ci's courtyard to see her standing at the gate, peering restlessly into the distance.
