After the Great Dao Died

The night in the Baosu Marquis Residence was deeper and quieter than at Qingjiang Villa.

Chen Lingxi was also far more familiar with the residence.

He navigated the paths with practiced ease, soon reaching the perimeter of the southern courtyard.

This was Lin Suri's courtyard. Unlike the rest of the residence, it kept very few servants, and after nightfall, the place was practically deserted.

Only a few wind lanterns were lit in the courtyard. Their dim yellow halos swayed in the night breeze, casting the long, irregular shadows of the corridors across the ground in a shifting dance of light and dark.

Chen Lingxi hid in the shadows, gazing toward the eastern hall from afar.

Its lights were still burning.

"Lin Suri..."

He took a deep breath and stepped forward.