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"Leaving already?"
Luo Changfeng gazed at Luo Qingshan, who donned a yellow monk robe and wore a string of yellow Buddhist beads around his wrist.
He held a cup of steaming tea, asking with a tranquil voice.
"Half a year..."
"It's time..."
Luo Qingshan's head was slightly bowed, his expression carrying a tinge of reluctance and unwillingness to part.
"Has half a year already passed by in the blink of an eye?"
Luo Changfeng silently nodded.
He then brought the cup of hot tea to his lips, sipping slowly.
Sitting in silence opposite Luo Qingshan.
There was no exchange of words between them.
And scarcely any exchange of glances.
For a moment...
The atmosphere in the small courtyard became gradually more somber.
"Oh, right..."
After finishing his cup of tea.
Luo Changfeng seemed to remember something.
He waved his hand and from his storage ring, he took out a sword-shaped spiritual artifact about the size of a palm.
Half was blood-red, and half was pure white.
