It was rare for Chen Ping'an to be so unburdened in both body and mind. He slept until he woke naturally, thoroughly sleeping his fill. Only one night passed between darkness and dawn, yet who knew how many flowers had bloomed and fallen in the mortal world?
When he opened his eyes, he noticed someone outside in the corridor with his face pressed to the door, while Gu Can stood against the wall. Chen Ping'an could not help but laugh. "What are you two doing, guarding a formation? It's not like I'm in seclusion."
Chen Ping'an suddenly flung open the door. Liu Xianyang tumbled into the room, while Gu Can wore an odd expression. Chen Ping'an smiled. "Where would so many assassinations come from? Did you think my True Return First Layer was just for show?"
Gu Can's expression grew even stranger. Liu Xianyang got to his feet and dusted off his sleeves. "A cautious ship sails for ten thousand years. Chen Ping'an, you're still not seasoned enough in the jianghu. Come on, let's go."
Gu Can finally could not resist speaking a fair word. "After you fell asleep, Ning Yao came to the Flowing Rosy Cloud Boat. She suddenly appeared, and none of us sensed the slightest movement. Only when she greeted us of her own accord did we know she had arrived. But we have no idea when she left."
Liu Xianyang strode swiftly toward the door, only for Chen Ping'an to press a hand onto his shoulder and carry him, as though riding clouds and mist, into the corridor. Gu Can also wanted to take advantage of Liu Xianyang and slip away, but Chen Ping'an likewise grabbed his shoulder. "Why are you running one after another? Since you're so righteous and have no guilty conscience at all,