Lake Island, Beiluo.
On the second floor of White Jade City Pavilion.
Lu Fan stretched himself. After a few days' rest, the Soul Strength he had consumed to deploy the formation had recovered.
It was getting cold. The wind from the lake was becoming a little chilly.
Lu Fan appreciated the lake view from the second floor railing. He watched as an old man was fishing on the lake.
Lu Fan found that man was Lv Mudui.
He recalled the first time he saw Lv Mudui, who was dressed as a fisherman on Beiluo Lake.
The Thousand Blades Chair turned and silently moved as if it was going through a snow-covered ground.
The wheelchair went downstairs.
Lu Fan was controlling the wheelchair casually.
He had not walked around on the island for a long time.
Sitting on the stone stairs of the pavilion, Ning Zhao seemed to sense his arrival. Her long eyelashes fluttered gracefully, and then she opened her eyes.
"Young Master."
