That night.
Yueping County lay deeply nestled in a mountain hollow, with a small river flowing in the west. The moonlight shone on the shallow riverbed when suddenly a footprint crossed it, splashing up silvery water droplets.
Li Yan stepped on a tree branch, looked around for a short while, then vanished with a swish.
With his skills, evading the watchful eyes of the city sentries was nothing noteworthy. It was Fengcu, with whom Li Yan shared a courtyard, whose abilities were somewhat unfathomable to him.
Over seven years had passed, and the once Taoist boy now held the revered position of Shouyi with high merit, yet his appearance and voice had not changed at all!
The insignificant Little Fengcu from the Renchen battlefield was probably much more enigmatic than Li Yan had imagined…
The moon was high on his journey, unobstructed by anything, and only after making sure no one was following did Li Yan sneak into the Crying Forest.
