Pei Ye finished writing the last stroke meticulously and entrusted the letter to [Flowing Wind] to be sent off before he picked up Zhao You once more, and re-entered that frigid environment from several decades ago.
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Three days after the incident occurred.
In that unfamiliar courtyard, Qu Zhu sat alone under the sparse and cold night sky, his eyes emitting a faint light in the darkness.
Qu Zhoufu gently pushed open the door and came in, bringing a candlelight with him. Qu Zhu did not turn around, still leaning against the chair back, his eyes reflecting the night sky.
"Brother..." Qu Zhoufu softly called out but received no response.