"I didn't think that it was already so late," Song Shuhang said. He'd originally planned to take Lady Onion to her birthplace today and quickly discover the secrets concealed there. Then, if it was still early, he could rush back to Wenzhou City and go back to his hometown to see his parents. After all, it was currently the Mid-Autumn Festival.
It was a pity that the plans of men couldn't compare to the plans of the heavens.
After they emerged from the barrier on the mountain peak, the sky was filled with the stars and the moon. It was already deep into the night.
Song Shuhang asked, "Sixteen, Shi, do you usually go home for the Mid-Autumn Festival?"
Su Clan's Sixteen shook her head, and said, "The lifespan of cultivators is extremely long. Small festivals that ordinary people celebrate are events that we don't necessarily celebrate every year."
Shi added, "Same for me."
Song Shuhang said, "I guess that's fair."
