Fang Han delayed no longer. He walked straight into his bedroom, took two sets of clean clothes and a few bottles of Elixirs from the cabinet, and packed them tightly into a blue cloth bundle.
With the Silver-Gray Longsword hanging at his waist, he took one last look around the bedroom he had lived in for so long. 'Who knows when I'll be able to return.' He turned and left the room.
In the courtyard, Qiu Lan was still standing under the veranda.
Seeing him come out, she opened her mouth as if to ask something, but in the end, she only bowed deeply.
"Senior Brother... take care on your journey."
Fang Han's steps faltered for a moment, but then he strode across the courtyard and out of the villa.
In the dark of night, Gu Changqing's figure stood silently on the stone steps outside the mountain gate.
He stood with his hands behind his back, the night wind stirring the hem of his robes. His face looked even leaner under the sparse moonlight.
"You're here."
