Mu Lin Yuan looked at Fang Che, feeling increasingly satisfied.
The secret is now known only by me.
It seems that this boy is indeed very close to me.
Good spirits come with pleasant events.
That was the case for Mu Lin Yuan, who felt like doing some work when he was happy.
"I'll take action now then."
"Okay, I'll wait for your news before I report it."
"Good. What time do you think is appropriate to act?"
"I think we need to give Baiyun Martial Academy and Guardian Hall some time to buffer."
Fang Che thoughtfully responded, "If we rush too much, some might slip through the net."
"That makes sense. How about tomorrow night?"
"Midnight it is."
"Okay."
Mu Lin Yuan then left like a gust of wind.
Fang Che also went out, and at midnight, found a place to drink.
After all, one couldn't simply wait at home in bed for news, right? It was necessary to find a place where he might hear something.
...
It was already the chou hour!
