One night passed.
In the firepit burning in the center, only a few tiny flames were left.
Qingyang had been meditating all night. Even though he hadn't slept at all, he didn't feel tired.
With his eyes closed, his intake of external information was reduced; in the state of meditation, he had actually rested quite well.
Creaaak~
The door that had stayed tightly shut all night was pushed open by Niu Gao, and the morning light spilled into the house.
The early morning sunlight was warm and gentle, carrying a kind of healing aura.
As the sunlight streamed in, Qingyang opened his eyes. He took a few seconds to adapt to the brightness, then slowly stood up.
Tap, tap, tap——
"What are you going to do?" Seeing Qingyang walking toward her, Sister Lan, who had just woken up, looked at him and asked.
Qingyang cupped his hands in a salute, then said, "Thank you for putting me up last night. It's dawn now, I'm heading out. If fate allows, we'll meet again."
