Ten Signatures

The setting sun lit up in the western sky, making the clouds look like passing dragons.

When Xu Xiaoshou walked out of the library, he was startled by the emptiness stretching out before him.

"What happened?" he thought.

"Why is all the grass gone already?

"Did someone come here to mow the lawn or something?

"Boy, some work they did!"

After taking his time to make sense of the directions, he went deeper into the Inner Yard instead of going out into the Outer Yard.

He'd very reluctantly chosen to make the trip to the library, but due to the rules between him and that old man, choosing not to make said trip would've brought about dire consequences.

However, none of the trouble he'd anticipated had come to be. Elder Sang had actually become a lot more easygoing, so much so that he hadn't minded the blood he'd spilled. Xu Xiaoshou never would've dared to imagine that possible.