In the morning, the wind was slightly cold.
Three figures in black trench coats and bamboo hats quietly appeared beside the Jiang City path.
Under the sunlight, the three of them stood proudly on the road, attracting the attention of passersby on the street.
The figure in the middle looked at the sign on the city wall of Jiang City, his eyes revealing a complicated expression.
"It's been five years. I, Yun Lige, have finally returned."
Ji Wuxia: "???"
Fang Tianyuan: "???"
The air was momentarily silent, revealing some embarrassment.
After a moment, Fang Tianyuan could not help but ask in a low voice,
"Eldest Senior Brother, it hasn't been a year since you left Jiang City, right? Where did the five years come from?"
