Night.
Cyan Dragon Gang headquarters villa area.
The heavy door of the underground cultivation chamber silently slid open.
Fang Qingyu stepped out from inside, his footsteps fell on the dark carpeted hallway, silent and light.
In the living room, Jiang Wei almost immediately lifted her head from the sofa.
Her gaze carried a hint of barely noticeable concern, instantly locking onto Fang Qingyu's face.
Carefully scrutinizing his every subtle expression.
Facing her gaze, Fang Qingyu's lips naturally curled up, revealing a smile, and then, he lightly nodded.
Words were unnecessary, this gesture explained everything.
The tension in Jiang Wei's shoulders relaxed ever so slightly.
She stood up, picking up the coat draped over the sofa's armrest.
After bringing back the complete subsequent chapters of the Wuxiang Heart Sutra from Yan Lin, Fang Qingyu had buried himself in this underground cultivation chamber.
At this moment, on the map.
