At dusk, a horse carriage was halted in an alley in front of the Zhao residence, the coachman was Xu Fu, and inside sat the uncle and nephew duo, Historian Li.
Guo Zhuang was on stakeout not far away, while also instructing Guo Li and their clan members serving as constables to secretly keep an eye on the grand entrance of the Zhao family.
Historian Li: "Qing, are we just going to stakeout the Zhao family like this? Can we find any clues this way?"
Xu Qing smiled: "Uncle, please have a seat and relax, I have my own arrangements for the rest."
Because spirit wandering at night was more dangerous the further away it got from the flesh.
Therefore, Xu Qing simply decided to let his divine soul depart from its shell near the Zhao residence.
But his body needed protection.
Right now, he only trusted Historian Li.
So he had no choice but to ask Archivist to come over to be his protector.