Across the street from this noodle shop, near the direction of the Qian River, there was a tea house.
At this moment, in the A Character Private Room on the top floor of the tea house, a young man wearing a Moon Robe, with a tall and straight posture, was standing quietly in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, hands behind his back.
Twenty-two or twenty-three years old, he exuded maturity, his presence like gathering clouds.
Under the moonlight, the Qian River, frozen for days, had resumed its turbulent flow, the scene of rolling waves, and the roar of the waves, could be clearly heard even from a great distance.
"Is that what he said?"
This was Qin Hao, the young man who asked indifferently.
"Yes, yes." The leader who had gone to find Chen Yang at the noodle shop earlier was still feeling nervous, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and said: "He also said that the fact I am alive is entirely due to the face shown to you, young master."
"Heh heh..."
