Speak then, his figure flickered, and he transformed into a shadow that vanished into the depths of the vegetation.
Yang Zhenshan watched him leave, lifted his head to gaze at the bright full moon, and a faint smile unwittingly emerged at the corners of his mouth.
A short while later, he returned to the main courtyard.
Yu Qingyi had already dressed and even taken out her sword, sitting in the central room.
"Master!"
Seeing Yang Zhenshan return, Yu Qingyi hurriedly approached, a questioning look in her eyes.
Yang Zhenshan shook his head slightly, "It's nothing, an old friend came by!"
"Really?" Yu Qingyi asked.
Yang Zhenshan smiled, took the long sword from her hand, and handed it to Qingxia on the side, "Really, it was Chen Zhongshu, Chen!"
He knew he had to give Yu Qingyi an explanation, or it would be difficult for her to rest easy.
