The night sky was like velvet, and the sea breeze was gentle.
Old Man Bai brought Tang Lingwu to visit, and Zheng Fa simply led the two of them straight to a deserted beach.
The three of them, like ordinary people who had never cultivated, sat on the fine sand.
On the road behind them, traffic was sparse.
The sound of waves crashing against the shore deepened the silence between the three.
Zheng Fa felt much more relaxed in his heart:
If the modern world was his retreat, then the two people in front of him were his best therapists.
Even just talking, pouring out some of his hardships to them, provided him with considerable comfort.
But Old Man Bai and the two of them couldn't relax.
Old Man Bai stared blankly at the dark shoreline in the distance, while Tang Lingwu lowered her head, as if silently counting the grains of sand at her feet.
Finally, it was Old Man Bai who broke the silence: "You mean, over there, there's deadly danger?"
Zheng Fa slowly nodded.
