"Reading this letter is like meeting face-to-face. Do you still remember our three-year promise?"
Li Ping'an frowned slightly. Their three-year promise?
He vaguely remembered Jing Yu mentioning it in a letter three years ago.
Three years later, they would both travel to Jiangnan and reunite there.
In his letter, Jing Yu said he was in the Great Desert, preparing to head to Jiangnan to meet Li Ping'an.
Li Ping'an hesitated for a moment.
Jiangnan was a long way from here, and besides, he had his business.
The medicine-making operation could not do without him.
So, after weighing everything up... he would go!
To hell with thinking everything through.
The more one experienced, the more worries one had.
The more one lost, the more worries one had too.
A person's life was full of rises and falls, stumbles and tumbles.
Faced with a decision, it was inevitable that one would be weighed down with concerns, looking ahead and behind.
But what did any of that have to do with him, Li Ping'an?
Roaming Jianghu meant wind in one's blood and no roots beneath one's feet.
Wherever he ended up was where he ended up. It did not matter when he left.
If one was bound by worldly concerns, could one still call oneself a wanderer of Jianghu?
"Let's go!!"
And so, the next day.
Li Ping'an told the people of Medicine Valley, estimating that he would not be away for too long.
Run Tu had been with him for so long that he had learned a little about medicinal herbs, so Li Ping'an left him behind.
"The organization is entrusting this glorious mission to you."
Li Ping'an pinned a little red flower to Run Tu's chest.
Run Tu nodded solemnly. "Leave it to me, boss!"
Before leaving, Li Ping'an went to