The quiet streets, where many lights had earlier been extinguished, lit up once again.
Almost simultaneously, several robust will-spirits and Origin Qi followed the sound to investigate, but upon seeing the black dragon carriage parked in front of the courtyard gate, they quietly withdrew.
After a heavy silence,
"Boom—"
The thick gates of the mansion were opened from the inside, revealing not a gatehouse, but a radiant young man with bare arms.
Barefoot, with hair untied, he seemed to be in quite a hurry.
It was Li Junqing.
The black dragon carriage sat quietly by the peaceful roadside, the inscription lamps hanging on the street casting the dragon's eyes in vivid detail.
Upon seeing the carriage, Li Junqing's handsome face twitched, and he cursed his misfortune silently.
Is this kid's ghost still haunting me?
"..."
In silence,