Qinghe Palace.
Inside the surveillance room.
Chen Zihan gently brushed away the dust from his Taoist robe and took his favorite longsword from the wooden rack in front of him.
He smoothly drew the blade, which was engraved with intricate cloud patterns.
He sighed softly.
This sword was personally given to him by Xiao Rong many years ago, and now, he must use it to send his old friend off.
"In this world, many things are beyond one's control..."
"Something's wrong! Master!" Suddenly, a disciple's urgent shout came from outside the door.
"What's the matter?" Chen Zihan asked displeasingly. He hated being disturbed when he was resting and thinking.
This could seriously affect his mood.
"The institute has gone down the mountain with a group of people, also, an insider just sent a message that troops from Huaxin County's local office are appearing! I'm afraid they're all going for Senior Brother Chen Wuyou!" The disciple hastily explained.
