As Zhou Feng erased the traces, snowflakes suddenly began to swirl down from the sky.
"Haha, truly heavens are aiding me!" Zhou Feng exclaimed, returning swiftly along the path he had come.
By the time Zhou Feng returned to the courtyard, the snow on the ground was already half a foot deep.
"Hehe, I reckon no one will suspect me."
After closing the courtyard gate, Zhou Feng returned to his room.
He immediately changed his clothes, cutting the bloodstained, tattered garments into pieces and tossing them into the furnace. Then he thoroughly cleaned himself, erasing any evidence of having been out, before finally sitting back on his bed.
Zhou Feng exhaled deeply, opened the bundle beside him, and prepared to organize his spoils from this venture.
"So much money!"
While sorting through, Zhou Feng couldn't help but exclaim.
The bundle contained mostly gold and silver notes. Zhou Feng roughly calculated, estimating it to be over a million taels worth of silver.
