As always, it was peaceful.

Zhou Mu was not surprised that Wang Xu knew these things. He had personally experienced Wang Xu's prowess back when he was still Emperor Wu of Zhou.

To be honest, many times, if Wang Xu hadn't been there behind the scenes to turn the tide and control the overall situation, he might have lost.

"But... things gradually went off track. I remember, Xiao Jiu didn't have this illness before."

At this point, even Zhou Mu himself was unaware of the anxiety and unease that filled his heart.

Just like the butterfly effect, everything changed, and coupled with Lu Shan's previous words, he became increasingly uneasy.

A mental illness requires a mental cure.

Seeing this, Wang Xu simply shook his head silently, uttered the nonsensical phrase, "Don't judge a hero by success or failure," and then turned and left.

Zhou Mu basked in the cool breeze for a long time until he felt calm before returning home.

It was already midnight when I got back.

The lights had long been extinguished.

He crept in stealthily along the wall.

The bed was still warm.

He was taken aback.

A soft, sweet voice rang out in front of her, "Brother Mu, what are you doing so late?"

It was Ye Mujiu's voice.

"It's nothing, I just went to the restroom," Zhou Mu said without batting an eye.

Ye Mujiu let out an "oh," then naturally hugged Zhou Mu and fell fast asleep.

But Zhou Mu didn't sleep a wink all night.