"What else can I do at Baiyun Martial Academy?"
Meng Chizheng kept asking himself this question.
But he couldn't find the answer himself.
With a heavy sigh, a withered leaf was pressed down by the raindrops as Meng Chizheng raised his glass and drank all the wine in it.
He placed a bar of silver on the table, silently stood up, picked up an oiled paper umbrella, holding it over his head, and disappeared into the rain.
The raindrops pattered against the umbrella, gradually fading away.
The shop owner came out from the kitchen, looking at the silver on the table.
Staring at the shadow about to disappear into the rain, he murmured, "Why is there a sense of death energy..."
...
Meng Chizheng returned to his small courtyard and put down the oiled paper umbrella.
He pushed open the study door and entered, suddenly his body stiffened.
On the chair he frequently sat on, there was actually someone sitting.
