Once I enter the pass, great Confucian scholars will surely debate the classics for me.

"I'll do it, sir." Zhou Zi'ou reluctantly took the shackles and put them on himself.

"You're so sensible." The black-clad strongman patted Zhou Zi'ou on the shoulder. Several white-clad servants escorted Zhou Zi'ou out of the teahouse. The black-clad strongman jumped off the tea table and was about to leave when he turned around and saw Zhou Qingfeng smiling and waving at him.

The black-clad strongman could hardly believe it. He rubbed his eyes repeatedly, startled, and almost cried out in surprise.

Zhou Qingfeng, however, reacted quickly, smiling as he put his hand to his lips to signal him to be quiet, and beckoned him over.

The black-clad strongman immediately adopted the manner of a lackey, bowing and scraping, and said, "Fourth Master, what brings you here?"

Zhou Qingfeng smiled and said, "You're out for a stroll and you still remember me?"

The black-clad strongman bowed obsequiously: "You have been to the Night Patrol Division. Others may not remember, but we who work in the Night Patrol Division all remember you. Since you left, everyone in the Night Patrol Division has been thinking about you."

Zhou Qingfeng nodded and said, "Let's find out. Of course, if it involves classified information, you don't have to answer. Why did you arrest a storyteller? What crime did he commit?"

The black-clad strongman said, "There's nothing I can't say. Just now, someone reported to the Night Patrol Division that he incited the Sword Tower to oppose the Four Seas City, deliberately provoking war between the two cities. They even said that you, Fourth Master, were plotting to seize the Four Seas City. Isn't that utter nonsense? According to the rules, we should do something about it."

Zhou Qingfeng said, "If you're going to do this, then I have to say something. What law in Sword Tower says people can't speak? You can't arrest someone just because they said a few words. You have to follow the rules and let people speak."

"Regardless of right or wrong, people have to speak. They have mouths, can you cover them up and not let them speak? If you don't let people speak, how will you know who your enemies are and who your friends are? And how will you know what the people are thinking?"

Black-clad strongman: "Yes, yes, yes, Fourth Master is right."

Zhou Qingfeng grunted, grabbed a handful of melon seeds and placed them in the black-clad strongman's palm. He patted the man's shoulder and said, "Give me some face and let him go. But don't mention me. I'm just an ordinary citizen now, here simply to listen to stories and drink tea. Just pretend I was never here."

The black-clad strongman was trembling with fear: "Yes, yes, I understand. Fourth Master is a humble man. I will release him immediately."

Zhou Qingfeng stood up, put his hands behind his back, and swayed as he left Tianxi Teahouse.

The black-clad strongman wiped away his cold sweat, his heart filled with relief at surviving the ordeal. Good heavens, no wonder they say that the Sword Tower is full of powerful and wealthy people, and that rich merchants are no better than dogs. It's absolutely true. Even when handling a small case, you can run into a big shot. It was almost the death of me.

"Keep your mouth shut!" The black-clad strongman looked around and pointed at the shopkeeper behind the counter.

The shopkeeper said, "Oh dear, I can't see anything suddenly! Oh dear, I can't hear anything either..."

The black-clad strongman glanced at the shopkeeper, said nothing, turned and left with his hand on his sword.

As Zhou Zi'ou stepped out of the teahouse, several servants in white robes escorted him outside. Zhou Zi'ou looked dejected, clearly knowing he had said the wrong thing and was going to jail again. However, this was his second time in jail, so he wasn't too panicked, since everyone in the prison was a talent.

I learned a lot last time I went in, so I'll treat this trip as further training.

The black-clad strongman stepped forward, removed Zhou Zi'ou's handcuffs and shackles, and patted him on the shoulder, signaling him to get lost.

Zhou Ziou was a little confused and didn't quite understand what was going on: "They're not arresting me anymore?"

The black-clad strongman said, "There's been a mistake. Let's go."

Zhou Ziou was still a little skeptical: "Are you kidding me? Is it possible that as soon as I leave, you'll turn around and issue a warrant for my arrest?"

The black-clad strongman hissed, put his hands on his hips, and said, "You little brat, can't you tell right from wrong? Are you coming or not? If you don't, I'll really grab you."

Zhou Ziou stretched out his hands: "Then you might as well arrest me. If you arrest me, I'll only go to jail at most. If you let me go, I'm scared. If you don't explain this to me clearly, I really won't dare to leave. Sir, if I really become a wanted criminal, my life will be in danger."

The black-clad strongman scratched his head, leaned close to Zhou Zi'ou's ear and said, "You've hit the jackpot, kid. A big shot is looking after you, but I can't say who it is, understand?"

Zhou Zi'ou nodded repeatedly: "I see, I see..."

The black-clad strongman cleared his throat, put his hands on his hips, and said to his men, "Alright, this is all a misunderstanding. Let's go."

The black-clad strongman left with several white-clad servants, leaving Zhou Zi'ou standing there, frowning in thought.

Zhou Qingfeng glanced at his back, chuckled, picked up a bunch of grapes, and casually popped them into his mouth. He then turned and headed home. He wasn't one to meddle in other people's business, nor was he one to show off. Helping Zhou Zi'ou was just a casual act; it was something he happened to run into, and it only took a few words. It wouldn't take much effort and wouldn't cause any trouble.

Moreover, Zhou Zi'ou was able to promote a positive image for him in restaurants and teahouses for a long time, and was also his staunch supporter.

If you don't lend a hand to someone like that, what kind of person are you going to help?

Back at the Zhou residence, Zhou Qingfeng bathed and burned incense, attended by more than a dozen beautiful maids.

The peaceful and lively everyday life in the city seems to have come to a complete end, because there are still many important things to do.

He is a person who plans his life very well, and he likes to make plans and prepare thoroughly for everything he does.

After changing into a black and red robe-like nightgown, he entered the study and immediately wrote down the things he needed to do next.

First, pay respects to your mother and master, and discuss which girl from the first family you should marry. Try to choose someone pleasing to the eye to keep at home as a decoration. After all, it's a political marriage, and there's no love involved. So you can only choose a good-looking, gentle, and obedient virtuous wife and mother.

Secondly, prepare the five poisonous hearts and the sacrificial ritual. In particular, the sacrificial ritual must be carefully selected and performed with utmost caution, because the rules of the power path are not singular and have many sub-professions. Choosing the wrong one will affect the subsequent leaps in realms and advancements.

Thirdly, gather all information about the Dragon Bone Scripture, including who possesses it and who does not. It is foreseeable that the entire Sword Tower will not be very stable for the next six months. There will definitely be fierce competition and open and covert struggles for the ownership of the Dragon Bone Scripture.

Fourth, summon the core members currently in the Sword Tower, reward them for their contributions, and gain a deeper understanding of the current progress of the plan to support the resistance, as well as the evolution of the current war situation and the latest developments. This is to ensure that we have a clear understanding of the situation so that we can act with moderation.

While he may play around and joke around, Zhou Qingfeng is extremely serious and focused when it comes to doing things.

After listing the four things that needed to be done, Zhou Qingfeng sent someone to summon Jin Wei and the others. Those in the Sword Tower were to come to the Zhou residence immediately.

He, on the other hand, was holding a book, sitting quietly on a cool chair, enjoying the breeze as he read.