With a leap, Yan Rufeng stood on the flying sword, using spiritual energy to activate the formation on the sword. A streak of light flashed, and he disappeared into the night sky.
"Wow!"
"Husband, don't look at the moon; look at the person on that shooting star!"
"There's no one; you must be seeing things!"
"No, absolutely not! There was really someone standing on that shooting star just now..."
A young couple argued beneath Yan Rufeng's path.
Returning to Jade Garden, Yan Rufeng quietly opened the door and sat cross-legged in his bedroom to meditate.
The next morning.
Li Xiaofei, who woke up early, was starving. He thought Xiaxia had already prepared breakfast, but the empty hall greeted him.
"Could Xiaxia have overslept?"
"Xiaxia, Xiaxia!"
Woken up by Li Xiaofei's calls, Xiaxia checked the time—it was 7:30 AM. She quickly got up, hurriedly packed her things, and rushed out.
