Spirit City

An Chen stood in the square, watching the City Lord's Mansion guards and Spirit Hall soldiers take to the streets to maintain order.

He signaled the other two with his eyes, and the three quietly left the square. In the distance, Dongxi, who had been lying on the ground, vanished as well.

In that little courtyard from that day, the three sat around a tea table.

An Chen watched Dongxi snore in a reclining chair nearby while listening to Modili and Guan Yue catch up after so long apart.

"You really are an old bastard. If it were me, I probably wouldn't have lasted three days." Guan Yue lifted the teapot and poured tea for the two of them.

Modili smiled. "You're the old bastard. By the way, young friend An Chen, what conditions did you negotiate with him just now?"

An Chen turned his head and looked at the mist rising from his teacup. "It was nothing much. He saw my potential and hoped I could lend him a hand in the future. Letting you go was one of the conditions I proposed."

"As for the specific reasons, it wouldn't be convenient to tell you. Sorry." An Chen showed a trace of apology.

"It's fine. He kept me locked up in there for five years, but I don't hate him at all. After all, he's been Guan Yue's and my old friend for over thirty years." Modili accepted the teacup and spoke with some emotion.

Guan Yue said irritably from the side, "You're even getting sentimental now? You had the nerve to make someone with an injured hand prepare tea?"

"Hehe, who told you that your tea-making skills were the best..."

After returning to the hotel, An Chen had originally planned to leave right away. But after everything