After coming out of the upper courtyard, Lin Shen saw a flying crane slowly flying over and landing in his outstretched palm. It spread open and turned into a letter.
As expected, Yang Zhongyi and Su Nian asked him to meet them at the Night Dream Club.
After reading the letter, Lin Shen smiled slightly. He pinched his index finger and thumb slightly, and a ball of spiritual flame ignited out of thin air, turning the letter into ashes.
Then, he left the Nine Yang Academy without stopping.
It was already late at night when he arrived at the Night Dream Club.
Seeing this familiar building, Lin Shen felt a little dazed. He felt that it had been a long time since he last came here.
Speaking of which, ever since he entered the upper house, he hadn't seen Yang Zhongyi and Su Nian much. It had been more than half a year since then, and he didn't know how the two of them were doing.
