The sky was azure, as clear as if it had been washed, with only a few white clouds drifting. The morning sunrays pierced through the clouds, radiating a magnificent light.
Standing by the riverbank near the entrance of the Cold Moon Marquis's Mansion, Luo Feng gazed at the shimmering reflections on the nearby flowing water.
He wore casual bluish attire and didn't carry a blade. Some of his usual deadliness was absent. From afar, he looked like a studious scholar, attracting whispers and giggles from the Marquis's Mansion maidservants as they passed by.
Two years…
Recalling his conversation with Bing Hanbai from the previous day, Luo Feng squinted slightly. A sharp glint flashed briefly in his pitch-black pupils and then vanished.
"Luo Feng."
A gentle and pleasing voice suddenly sounded beside him.
Luo Feng turned his head. His eyes lit up when he saw Bing Ruolan walking quickly towards him, bathed in sunlight.
