It was 9 pm.
A silver moon rose high in the heavens.
Luo Qingzhou cultivated his internal cultivation technique on the bed for a while.
Seeing that it was about time, he sat cross-legged and meditated, getting his soul out of his body.
He first cultivated the Thunder Fist in his room for an hour.
Then, he passed through the roof and floated into the air, flying toward the Mandarin Duck Restaurant.
He said that he was busy last night, and the soul senior seemed a little unhappy.
He should chat a little longer with her tonight.
There was no wind or snow tonight, and the moon was bright.
It was a good night for storytelling.
When Luo Qingzhou flew to Mandarin Duck Restaurant, the moon-white figure was already standing on the eaves.
She seemed to be waiting for him.
The red bead on the roof had already been covered by the snow-white handkerchief.