It was the first day of May of the Immortal Martial Era.
There were still 27 days to go before the Qingzhou Sword Dao Meet.
It had also been three days since Ye Ping and Su Changyu left.
It was nighttime.
In Qingyun Dao Sect, Daoist Tai Hua frowned and seemed to be thinking about something.
"What exactly did I forget to do?"
"How strange is it? Why does it feel like something has gone wrong?"
"Why can't I remember it?"
Daoist Tai Hua muttered.
Ever since Ye Ping and Su Changyu left, he felt like there was something he hadn't done, but he couldn't remember exactly what it was.
After thinking for half a day, he shook his head because he was still clueless.
After all, the thing that one had a hard time recalling was usually not an important matter.
At this moment, the sky was dark like ink.
