Xu Wuyi pushed open the courtyard door and walked out.
Outside, Song Qingwu's butler, Mr. Zhou, was waiting by the entrance. Seeing Xu Wuyi emerge, he immediately stepped forward to greet him, his attitude even more respectful than when they had arrived.
"Grandmaster Xu, I will see you out."
Xu Wuyi followed him. They traced their way back along the same path, passing through several moon gates and winding along the zigzagging corridor. The night had deepened. The surroundings were pitch black and silent, save for the occasional chirp of insects. A few lights glowed in the distant buildings, looking exceptionally warm in the darkness.
Upon reaching the tall iron gates, Mr. Zhou came to a halt. He stepped aside and made a polite gesture of invitation.
"Grandmaster Xu, the car is ready and waiting outside. The driver will take you wherever you need to go."
