Lu Zhou rose to his feet and left the Preservation Hall at the speed of light.
The night was pleasant. Other than the occasional birds in the sky, the royal palace was very quiet.
There was no one around; obviously, the voice was transmitted to him from another place.
Lu Zhou followed the direction of the voice transmission. When he arrived on top of a palace wall, he looked at the palace guards before he said faintly, "Come out."
Lan Xihe, who was dressed in a simple but elegant long robe, appeared in the air across from the palace wall.
Lu Zhou looked at her. Her complexion was much better compared to their last meeting, but it was still obvious she had not fully recovered.
"It's only half a year since we last met, but Pavilion Master Lu has become old again," Lan Xihe said with a faint smile, clearly feeling rather satisfied by Lu Zhou's change in appearance.
