"Let's meet at the usual spot, same time. I’ll be seeing you there!" Wang Xuan quickly responded.2

Qing Mu's eyebrows shot up, clearly caught off guard. Because Old Chen had made it clear that under no circumstances would he be in the sickroom tonight for a public "viewing." He was done with people lining up to touch and prod him. He had even threatened that if it happened again, he would pretend to drop dead right then and there. Enough was enough!0

Hearing Qing Mu's message, Wang Xuan sighed, "Come on, Old Chen. You've faced tougher challenges and shone so brightly in the Pamir Plateau. And now this? It's not like a few touches will hurt. It's just not your style."1

Was that even a fair comment? Qing Mu just shook his head. I mean, Old Chen had been subjected to two straight nights of such treatment. Who would be alright with all that?0

"Alright," Wang Xuan conceded. "We've still got time. Let's plan another meeting when they least expect it."0

As the morning sun began to rise, painting the sky in fiery shades, a soft mist enveloped the surrounding area. With the transition from autumn to winter, the sprawling estate...0