The Imperial Palace was a scene of devastation. Countless jade towers and marble halls had collapsed, and even the waters of Taiye Lake had dried up.
Early in the morning, a Seal Master was in the palace, ordering eunuchs and the Imperial Guard to clean up the mess and repair the buildings.
Su Chen stretched lazily.
Assuming his guise as Xu Ge, he returned to the Library Pavilion.
It was as if all the chaos of the previous night had nothing to do with him.
No one would have ever imagined it.
That the magnificent Wind Snow Little Grandmaster had been hiding in his old haunt, the Library Pavilion, all along.
Inside the Library Pavilion, everything was peaceful and quiet.
Perhaps because it was so remote, the chaos of the previous night had not reached the Library Pavilion in the slightest.
Rare flowers and exotic plants emanated a sweet fragrance.
Only the Little Turtle in the water tank lazily crawled out to sunbathe, exposing its belly to the sky.
BURP.
It was stuffed.
