Several people discussed the issue of the southward journey once again in detail. After finalizing all the details, the plan was finally put on the agenda.
That night, the stars were sparse against the bright moon, and a warm breeze blew gently.
By the bank of the Chaoyong River, a full moon hung high in the night sky, the waves rolled, bringing a salty breeze.
On the beach, An Yiqing, dressed in white, sat cross-legged on a large rock. Behind her, Zhang Yufeng, in black casual attire, stood quietly, vigilantly watching the rustling surroundings.
In the distance, on Chaoyong Bridge, a black business car, like a leopard in the night, was mysteriously and elegantly hidden in the darkness. Inside the car, Gu Yelin sat in the driver's seat, his eyes fixed intently on the distant white silhouette.
At this moment, all of An Yiqing's thoughts had settled down. She focused her mental energy, concentrating her consciousness entirely within herself.
