When Luo Fan said he wanted to meet the master of Peach Blossom Spring Town, the rifle-carrying guard and the archer exchanged a glance. Neither looked troubled by the request.
The rifle-carrying guard looked up at the sky. Night had fully fallen, and the moon hung on the horizon, casting a cool, silvery light.
He turned back, his tone apologetic. "Sir, it's not that we're unwilling to introduce you. It's just that our lord has probably retired for the night by now."
The archer chimed in beside him. "Yes, our lord has to maintain the formation covering all of Peach Blossom Spring Town every day. It consumes a tremendous amount of mental energy, so he goes to bed early every night. If you want to see him, please come back tomorrow during the day."
Luo Fan did not insist. He nodded. "All right. I'll come back tomorrow."
He wandered around Peach Blossom Spring Town.
The shops along the streets had long since closed, but the streetlights were still on. A few figures occasionally passed along the streets at an unhurried pace. They merely gave Luo Fan's unfamiliar face a couple of extra looks, showing little wariness or rejection.
The people here really did live well. Compared with the atmosphere of mutual suspicion and fear in the early days of the apocalypse, Peach Blossom Spring Town seemed like another world entirely.
After making a circuit, Luo Fan lingered no longer. He turned and left Peach Blossom Spring Town.
The Nightmare Nekomata jumped down from his shoulder, becoming a streak of black light that merged into his body. Pitch-black wings spread from his back once more.
He beat his wings and rose into the air, tracing a silent arc through the night sky as he flew toward the Migration Convoy's camp.
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