The children who were captured before have been successfully rescued, the sandworm crisis has been resolved, and peace has returned to the desert. These two good news are enough to make everyone secretly breathe a sigh of relief and say hello.
And with these two pieces of good news, another person's name has become a household name.
This name is Zi Tong.
Lan Mo did not hide the efforts made by Zi Tong. Various news had already spread throughout Bishui City. Everyone knew that this crisis was successfully resolved because of Zi Tong.
The person involved, Zi Tong, had no idea and was still sleeping peacefully in Beichen's arms.
In the small guest room, Beichen was sitting cross-legged on the bed. She was in his arms, her head resting on his chest, and a small hand holding the skirt of his clothes.
The courtyard was quiet. At the entrance of the courtyard, Fen Tian lay on the back of a snow eagle and yawned lazily.
It also had a good sleep, while the two snow eagles dutifully guarded the door.
On the steps under the door, Zitu was playing with a small flute made of tree bark, but he was just playing with it and never put it into his mouth to blow even once.
During this time, many people came over.
The city lord Lan Mo sent people over several times to check, Lan Yinshui also came twice, Ye He came once, and various other people... As a result, without exception, they were all stopped by the purple disciples.
Hearing the sound of footsteps approaching, Zi Tu raised his face and saw Lan Mo and others walking towards them. He hurriedly stood up to greet them.
There were originally many academy disciples living in this courtyard, but after everyone returned, they found that the courtyard had been completely occupied by Beichen. Two snow eagles were blocking the entrance of the courtyard like door gods, not allowing anyone to enter.
In desperation, Lan Yinshui had no choice but to arrange for Mu and others to live in another courtyard.
"Is Zi Tong not awake yet?" Lan Mo frowned and glanced at the closed courtyard door.
"Not yet." Zitu suppressed his voice, "Everyone, please go back first. When the lady wakes up, I will tell her that you are here."
His voice was kept low, as if he was afraid of disturbing the people in the room.
Of course, it was not that he was afraid of disturbing Zi Tong who was sleeping, but that he was afraid of disturbing Beichen who was awake.
Zitu knew that man's temper very well. If he got angry, he wouldn't care whether he was the Lord of Bishui City or not.
In his eyes, Zi Tong's ability to sleep peacefully and well was far more important than the life and death of everyone in the blue water.
"Oh well."
Lan Mo shook his head gently. This young man's domineering power far exceeded his imagination.
So everyone turned around and went back.
Ma Qichang was not surprised, "I told you earlier, it's all in vain."
"This young man is a bit too domineering." Lan Mo said, without any praise or criticism in his tone.
"The so-called youthful and frivolous people don't have a temper when they are young." Ma Qichang smiled, "You were not the same back then."
Lan Mo also laughed, "That's right. Who hasn't been young and frivolous? We... are old!"
"When you get old, you get old. Who can help but not grow old?" Ma Qichang looked at it very openly.
"Some people never grow old." Lan Mo raised his chin slightly, "Speaking of which, that young man is really similar to that person. When I looked at him from a distance, I just felt like I saw that person.
Judging from his appearance, could it be that he has already broken through to the divine level?"
The "person" Lan Mo mentioned was the dean.
Ma Qichang nodded slightly, "You have felt it too. It seems that it is."