The night was hazy, the crescent moon like a hook, illuminating the earth.
Zhang Rongfang stood with his hands behind his back in the Human Immortal Temple, gazing at the night sky, silent for a moment.
'What do you plan to do?' The white-scaled one appeared again. She always emerged at the most inopportune times to speak.
'First, I need to confirm if the rumors are true. I'm not sure where this ominous feeling inside me comes from. The people from the Reverse Time Society suddenly went missing, which likely indicates they're conducting an important operation. I plan to rely on the bloodline's sensing ability to trace the past. But...'
Zhang Rongfang paused.
'I haven't hidden this tracing ability, so they may be prepared for it already.'
He closed his eyes and let out a long sigh.
"Come out." He suddenly turned around, looking towards the western wall.
A nimble shadow leapt onto the wall. It was Ran Xinyue, whom he hadn't seen for a long time.
