The sky was a dim yellow.
Chen Zhixing stood atop the mountain peak, his robe fluttering in the mountain breeze.
He gazed into the distance, his view filled with lush, undulating forests.
"Third Young Master, this is from the Xu Family's son-in-law who asked me to pass it to you."
A servant responsible for the Xu Family's daily life respectfully handed a folded paper to Chen Zhixing.
Chen Zhixing glanced down, and the paper instantly crumbled into powder.
"Tell him not to enter Lin'an City; there's an abandoned temple outside the city where he should wait for me." Chen Zhixing said indifferently.
"Yes!"
The servant nodded, then respectfully departed.
A moment later.
Chen Zhixing saw the figure of Ning Changyu, carrying a burlap sack, quickly descending the mountain before disappearing into the dense forests of Ziwei Mountain.
The sky gradually darkened.
A large, bright full moon emerged in the night sky.
Whoosh—!
