The rainy season continued. After a few days, the rain started letting up. It would occasionally drizzle, as if the season was reluctant to leave.
Su Ming had already gotten used to the humidity. He was no longer as uncomfortable with this place as he was when he came here initially a few years ago. The act of Fang Mu’s father returning the bone blade to him confirmed Su Ming’s guess, making him motivated. This motivation also allowed him to feel more confident in this strange and unfamiliar place.
The act of luring out Fang Mu, exchanging the blade with other items, and finally having it be returned to him may seem normal, but it was actually a ploy of Su Ming’s. He had slowly but surely built up his own influence while he was still stumbling around in the dark. He had just made short contact with Fang Mu’s father under the premise that Fang Mu’s father’s had his doubts about his level of cultivation.