The four returned to the headquarters in silence.
The lively atmosphere from earlier had vanished completely. Even Qing Luan, who normally remained calm and composed in most situations, seemed distracted throughout the journey back. Xuan Qing repeatedly glanced around nervously as though expecting the immortal named Lin Mu to suddenly appear again from thin air.
Madam Cold Fang remained quiet the entire time.
Han Yu could tell the woman's thoughts were probably in complete turmoil right now.
After all, she had existed for hundreds of thousands of years. She had witnessed ancient eras of the world and experienced the rise and fall of clans and sects. Yet even she had never met a true immortal before.
None of them had.
Immortals were beings that should have existed only beyond the heavens. And yet tonight they had spoken casually beside a riverside night market while petting a red cat. The absurdity of it all made Han Yu feel strangely unreal.
