The moonlight was hazy, and the dead branches cast shadows.
Wang Xuanzhi stood outside the courtyard wall, holding a delicate brocade box in his hand.
These days, he was busy with the rebuilding work of the Demon Control Department and dealing with the inquiries from the higher-ups, leaving him no time to catch his breath.
Now, with everything settled, Wang Xuanzhi came to visit at the first opportunity.
Zhou Dao was a low-key person, so Wang Xuanzhi chose to come over in the middle of the night, as careful as if he were making offerings to his ancestors.
In Wang Xuanzhi's eyes, Zhou Dao was not just an ordinary strongman with strength superior to his.
Zhou Dao was also a disciple of Li Cangfeng.
In recent days, there had been quite a stir outside, with major forces scrambling to investigate the identity of Li Cangfeng's disciple.
Even many disciples from great families and Taoist sects had expressed their desire to compete with Li Cangfeng's disciple.