Under the night sky, footsteps made a soft clicking sound on the bluestone slabs, as Yang Xiao was led back to his residence by the samurai with a sword at his side.
Mu Yunshu's residence was next to Yang Xiao's, and at the moment, no lights were on inside. It was quiet, seemingly as if people had already gone to bed.
After sending Yang Xiao back, the samurai instructed him not to walk around at night, and if there was a need, he could just call out from outside the door. There were guards stationed outside the small courtyard all night, then the samurai politely bowed to Yang Xiao and left.
Watching the samurai's departing back, confirming his departure, Yang Xiao turned around and pushed open the door.
Two paper lanterns with a strong Japanese style hung in front of the door, lit not by candles but lamps, gently swaying in the night breeze.
Because the room was not lit, in contrast, the inside was even darker, or rather, shrouded in a rich layer of gloom.
