Wen Yan went down to the basement, used the shelves and the things Old Xi had left behind to open the window leading toward Fuyu Mountain.
He first took out his own credentials and stretched them through the window.
"Brother Jian, it's me."
The moment Wen Yan's voice fell, he saw a small sword fly over, circle around his credentials, and after confirming it was really Wen Yan, the little sword instantly disappeared without a trace.
Wen Yan wasn't in the mood to bother about the flying sword. He jumped down from the window.
The Fuyu Temple was already silent. Clearly, the people here had far healthier routines than he did; by this hour, they had long since gone to rest, and at dawn tomorrow they'd be up for morning lessons.
A tall figure appeared. The Eighth Uncle-Master Ancestor looked Wen Yan up and down, glancing at the window.
"Hey, this thing is actually pretty handy."
"All the Uncle-Master Ancestors are resting, right?" Wen Yan lowered his voice.
