"Young Master, when do you plan to start your journey back home?" Nan Tian asked. Ms. Yang had already awakened, definitely unable to retrieve that set of Black Needles and instruments; staying any longer was meaningless.
Glancing back at the joy-filled residence, Hang Qingming's eyes, deep as ink, held complex emotions, "Three days from now." He did not know when he would see Ms. Yang again, and he did not want to leave with regrets.
Inside the East Wing Room.
Long Xuanmo knelt before Old Man Wuwei, "Disciple gives thanks to Master for saving Ah Jiu!"
Raising his hand to signal Long Xuanmo to stand up, Old Man Wuwei felt gratified as he looked at his once iron-hearted, cold, and merciless beloved disciple, who had now become more humanized and understood feelings because of the little girl.