In the evening, Zhang Fan returned home and instinctively glanced at the calendar hanging on the wall.
In two days, it would be the ninth day of the ninth lunar month.
On this day, it was both his birthday and the death anniversary of his mother, Li Linglong.
According to what Zhang Lingzong said, ten years ago on this very day, Li Linglong died in a car accident.
But now Zhang Fan knew, she actually died ten years ago, that night beneath Dragon Tiger Mountain.
"Mom's death anniversary is almost here, I wonder if Dad will come back."
Zhang Fan muttered as he pulled out his phone, tried dialing Zhang Lingzong's number, but as always, it was turned off.
"Really, no dad and no mom."
Zhang Fan curled his lips, tossed the banner issued by the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance carelessly aside, turned and entered his own room, sat cross-legged in meditation, and began his cultivation.
This was his daily routine.
