C237 Confirm

On the ninth of February, the snow stopped. Ten thousand miles above the Imperial Capital.

Before the sun had even risen, a courtyard house in West Second Lane was brightly lit. People were coming and going.

"Sir!" four men of Bamboo House was pleasantly surprised to see Yaen Mingxuan, who had appeared out of nowhere, in the courtyard.

"You don't need to bear too much of a burden