The low murmuring of the surrounding crowd made Mo Wangchen furrow his brows.
It seems something must have happened to Shi Yan in the No-Thought Sect.
Soon, with Luo Yang leading the way, they arrived in front of a courtyard.
The yard was not large, surrounded by bamboo wood. The gate was not closed, and one could already see the general situation inside without going in.
At this moment, under an ancient tree, a man sat cross-legged with closed eyes. The man appeared to be around thirty years old and was rather handsome.
"Brother Shi Yan, someone has come to see you..."
Luo Yang stood outside the courtyard gate, gently calling inside.
Inside the yard, the man sitting beneath the tree heard this and slowly opened his eyes. His gaze turned this way, first sweeping over Mo Wangchen, and finally resting on Yuyu.
