Four months later, the quiet courtyard was once again stepped into by someone.
With a flash of radiance, Zhao Dashan appeared out of thin air outside the courtyard gate.
Gazing at the exquisite courtyard shrouded by a barrier, a trace of urgency flashed through Zhao Dashan's eyes.
He flicked his finger, sending a gust of gang wind that struck the barrier, which then flickered intensely, releasing layers of ripples.
After more than ten breaths, the slightly weary Zhao Sheng pushed open the courtyard gate and came out.
Upon seeing this, Zhao Dashan asked with concern, "Chonghe, you don't look well. Should we delay it for a few days?"
Zhao Sheng knew what he was referring to and waved his hand, "No problem! Since an appointment has been made, it naturally can't be broken."
"Alright, come with me, old man."
After speaking, a halo rose slowly from behind Da Shan's head.
The halo quickly expanded into a portal, with Zhao Dashan passing through first, followed by Zhao Sheng.
