It was clearly broad daylight.
The sun shone brightly.
But a certain corner of the Wangque Platform.
Had brightened a few degrees due to the smile of a woman.
Those were the feelings of the owners of the eyes, who either sneaked glances or stared openly.
The ceremony for Dao companions was still ongoing and was nearing its end.
Not far below You Mountain.
Inside a tavern, there was similar bustle.
However.
There was one person who didn't quite fit with the celebration that filled almost the entire city.
At this moment, Zhao Rong's face was expressionless.
His smile had gradually disappeared since earlier on.
Zhao Rong's hands propped up his chin as he unblinkingly stared at a corner above the beaded curtain; the tea in the cup beside his arm was still full, yet it had already gone cold long ago.
Scene after scene had unfolded right before Zhao Rong's eyes.
Scene after scene.
At first, a little girl in a pink dress had ran to hug Qing Jun.