Xuanbei Pass, Inner City. Camp Cang's tent.
A breeze swept through.
The man sitting at the wooden desk in the tent didn't raise his head, maintaining his posture of reading documents, only the candle in front of him flickered gently.
"You are here," Chen Chong said.
The wind dispersed.
The talisman was burnt to ashes.
Mi Yun's small figure emerged.
He shook off the talisman that turned into ashes, gazing calmly at the scholar in green robes...
This was not their first meeting.
They had met once before on Qixia Mountain.
Only then, Mi Yun was not yet the Buddha's son, and Chen Chong had not been promoted to Yang God.
"I have come."
