In nearly a month's time, Lin Tian's life has become much more comfortable compared to before, except for having to practice sword fighting with Xu Xianrong every day.
Returning to Kanyue City felt similar to being discharged from the hospital, but this time, there was no one to discharge him. Along the way, only Zhao Qingtang was there with him. As for Miaoqiu and others, they were now in the initial stage of cultivating Spiritual Qi, which was a crucial period, so they stayed at Luoyan Dock.
Zhao Qingtang sat in the driver's seat, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Should I send you home first?"
All good things must come to an end. For these days, she was by Lin Tian's side every day, with endless conversation each day. She enjoyed such a life, just like what's written in The Analects of Confucius: without the noise of silk strings, without the exhaustion of desk work.
Serene yet reassuring.
Now it was time to separate, and she felt a bit unsettled inside.
