It was completely dark, with only a few stars shining through the gaps in the clouds. Looking up, Zhan Zhao could not help but speed up his pace even though he was not able to perform Qing Gong.
Returning to his small courtyard, there was no light in the house. He pushed the door open and entered, but could not find the familiar figure. He only saw a food box and a letter on the table.
In the bright moonlight outside the window, the shadows reflected the flying and flying handwriting on the letter paper:
"Old friends get together and return in a few days."