The evening breeze was gentle, blowing on the body like a lover's soft sigh.
Walking on the streets bathed in moonlight, Liu Zhenhan couldn't control the feeling that it should be a beautiful woman who talks like a blooming flower, not an old scruffy man, walking with him on the streets at this moment.
Aside from Overlord's personal guards, Rodman and Nedved, everyone else had already returned to the inn. This was what Liu Zhenhan was most proud of - the ability to give directions with just a glance, a dream for most people in high positions.
Such a leisurely stroll naturally didn't bring up suitable topics, so the two maintained silence most of the time.
Liu Zhenhan wasn't sure what this Saint Chiao Mage was trying to say. To be honest, although the old man kept making jokes, Liu Zhenhan really admired his magical abilities. Not knowing the other party's abilities, Liu Zhenhan didn't mind dragging things out indefinitely.
