Zhang Rongfang stood in the study, silent for a while before gently opening the window.
After a moment of silence, he took out a mask from his pocket and put it on his face.
Swish!
A breeze swept by, and the person had vanished from where he stood.
He crossed the high wall of Agarwood Palace, followed the mountain down, and reached the foot of Agarwood Mountain.
The shadows of the trees swayed, and the moonlight tilted.
Zhang Yunqi was already waiting in a woodland at the foot of the mountain.
"Young Master. Sorry for asking you to come out so late," Zhang Yunqi said in a deep voice.
The injuries on his body still hadn't healed, reflecting the recovery speed of an ordinary person.
Compared to the Spiritual Veins, it was far too slow.
"What's the matter?" Zhang Rongfang knew that if it weren't for something particularly important, the other party wouldn't urgently use mirror light signals to invite him out.
