As Zhang Lianyi was filled with suspicion, in the courtyard of Bicui Mountain, Gu Shi Yi and Pu Yanlan stood with their hands behind their backs. Seeing the familiar buildings, the two couldn't help but express nostalgia,
"So many years have passed... This place is still the same!"
Pu Yanlan sighed slightly, gently shaking her head. Gu Shi Yi smiled, taking a step forward, reaching out to push open the tightly closed courtyard gate,
"Creak..."
The light from the array flashed and disappeared on the black lacquered door, but it opened with a gentle push, like any ordinary wooden door. Gu Shi Yi stepped inside, and everything was as before. Even the fat fish in the pond had undergone countless generations. Gu Shi Yi pointed at a particularly large and fat fish,
"Yanyan, look... doesn't that one resemble the big red-tail, white-spotted carp those little girls loved to feed back in the day?"
Pu Yanlan laughed and said,
