Cultivation Room, Pillar Courtyard.
Bologue sat casually on a bench in the corner, watching the busy employees with a sense of satisfaction from the contrast.
If it were Palmer, he would probably be overjoyed, but Bologue is someone who can't stay idle. Having been idle for a while, Bologue had entered a state of having nothing to do, but fortunately, that situation was about to end soon.
Glancing at the file bag next to him, Bologue unconsciously smiled. Usually, he was quite calm and unaffected by external things, but now he felt an uncontrollable cheerfulness.
Bologue tucked the file bag into his inner coat, and after a moment of waiting, a figure quickly approached him, and as he looked up, a familiar silhouette entered his view.
"Good...good morning!"
They were obviously comrades who had shared life and death, yet meeting the other seemed a bit shy.
