After but a moment, Wang Zijia reached the edge of the forest.
At this moment, the night sky was bright with stars, and under the silvery white moonlight, the entire forest seemed somewhat gloomy.
The chilly night wind ruffled a pond of clear water. Its not-so-large surface glimmered with silver ripples under the moonlight.
There wasn't a soul around, it was so quiet that you could hear every rustle of the leaves in the wind.
Wang Zijia wasn't surprised. He quietly hid at the edge of the forest, waiting patiently.
After nearly half a moment, just around the agreed-upon time, he began to sense some movement.
He turned around and saw a middle-level child clad in Outer Sect Disciple's attire, lightly fluttering and maneuvering through the forest's spirits. In just a few bounds, they reached peak, landing by the pond.
"Is it her?"
