Song Yan nodded.
The two elders no longer hesitated, turned into rainbows, and flew away swiftly.
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...
As night fell, spring rain returned, and the dim lamp lights stretched a weak, blurry aura.
The bamboo house surroundings, however, were shrouded in darkness.
A man stood beneath the misty waves of the Misty Sea, his left hand slightly raised, where a strange, pitch-black crow suddenly appeared— the Nameless Phantom Crow.
He gently lifted his arm, and the Nameless Phantom Crow took flight, merged into the shadows, and hurriedly flew towards Konglan Mountain.
Song Yan watched in that direction, then slowly turned and returned to the bamboo house.
The Profound Wood Charcoal in the furnace still glowed red. He grabbed a kettle, sprinkled in dried Moonlight Grass, and placed it on the charcoal furnace, quietly waiting.
After finishing this, he leaned comfortably back in the lounge chair, creaking as he rocked.
Kuye's Sword Master's storage bag contained many items.
