Night falls.
The courtyard where Duanmu Xue resides falls into silence earlier than the previous one designated for the menial workers, to the extent that even the chirping of insects is unheard.
Michael's room is at the edge of the courtyard.
He listens carefully, detecting the sound of patrol footsteps.
The patrolling personnel, when approaching this area, obviously tread lightly, not daring to make much noise.
"It seems that Duanmu Xue's nasty disposition is well known. If she is provoked and becomes displeased, even the inner door disciples will have a hard time. Whether it's the patrollers, the menial workers in the courtyard, or even her own subordinates, they all fear offending her, choosing to rest early."
Despite this, Michael still refrains from making his move hastily.
It's not until midnight does he emerge from his room.