Sword Casting Manor.
In the front courtyard, two cups of clear tea were curling with steam.
"Bro Liu, I've come to bid you farewell."
Not having seen each other for many days, Zhang Zihou's complexion had become even paler as he cupped his fists in a greeting.
"Zihou Brother, you're leaving? Why is that?"
Jiang Ding was surprised, feeling a bit reluctant in his heart.
Having an ordinary friend to chat with and relieve boredom, untainted by any interest and without bringing any troubles, was a good thing in the solitary life of another world.
"It hasn't even been a month since we've met, and I've already considered Bro Liu a close friend. I had hoped to become more familiar with you in the future, but..." Zhang Zihou said with a bitter smile, "the clan's power has been greatly damaged, and with a major crisis arising, I can no longer stay in the capital."
