At night, Gu Chengfeng paid a visit.
He'd show up whenever he had nothing pressing, and in the five days Gu Jiao and Gu Yan lived at the National Master Hall, he'd already come three times, only to miss them each time.
Finally, not tonight.
Everyone at home had already retired to bed, the door bolt locked; he had to climb the wall to get in—almost getting himself skewered by Gu Jiao's spear.
Staring at the red-tasseled spear half an inch from his chest, Gu Chengfeng swallowed hard and said, "No way, you don't sleep in the middle of the night?"
Gu Jiao put away the spear and walked back to the main room, asking indifferently, "What brings you here so late?"
"You think I wanted to come over?" Gu Chengfeng snorted, massaging his nearly startled heart as he entered the room as if nothing had happened.
He glanced at the partially closed doors of the rooms and whispered, "Everyone's asleep? How come so early? The Opera House's business is just picking up."