Miss Xiaoqing had left already? Ding Songyan looked wistfully at Xu Chang'an and casually asked:
"When did she give you the letter?"
In Ding Songyan's heart, Miss Xiaoqing and Ren Youyang were currently closer friends than Xu Chang'an and Zheng Zhuxi. Calling theirs a friendship forged through life and death would be no exaggeration-after all, Brother Youyang really had given his life.
Xu Chang'an said with undisguised envy:
"About two cups of tea ago. She knocked on my door, borrowed paper and a brush to leave this letter, and said she was heading straight to the dock east of the city.
"You were clearly at home. Why didn't she come straight to you?"
Two cups of tea ago? I must have only just swallowed the Hundun Remains then... Miss Xiaoqing came all the way to Chengyu Lane, so why didn't she come see me? Ding Songyan suddenly recalled the words "subdue demons and dispel evil."
As he pondered this, another person came walking down Chengyu Lane.
It was Ren Youyang, his dog ears standing upright, adorned with illusory green snakes.
Sacred majesty and a hint of sinister energy coexisted in Ren Youyang, and the body beneath his feathered robe seemed to show some signs of becoming bestial.
He carried two small jars of wine tied together with hemp rope. Just as he reached the entrance to the Ding Family's courtyard, he suddenly narrowed his eyes, seemingly about to raise his right palm to shield himself from the blazing sunlight.
"Brother Youyang, what brings you here?" Ding Songyan asked with a smile.
Xu Chang'an looked at Ren Youyang, whose unusual appearance exuded the bearing of an expert, then at Ding Songyan, utterly bewildered.
Was this still the Second Brother Ding I knew?
When had his circle of friends become so extensive?