章 940: The Iron Sword Is Still Here, the Face Has Never Changed

After turning right at a little alley called Three Harmonies Borough and walking to the end, Xuanyuan Po pushed open the old wooden gate and reached the small courtyard that he had lived in for the last few years.

This courtyard was extremely small, each side about one zhang in length. However, it was extremely clean, the ground paved with white stones. Planted in the middle of the white stones was a young pine tree that was still shorter than a man. Its contrast against the gray walls and black eaves gave it a serene beauty.

In the small courtyard's vicinity was the temple to the Celestial Tree for the Pine Paths district, so the area was very quiet and secluded. Other than when the bell rang to signal the morning or twilight, there was no other noise.

One could even say that this small courtyard was the best building in all of the Pine Paths, though few people knew of it.