This made him look up to the demoness even more, thinking that she might become a "long-term partner."
Gradually, he relaxed.
Everything was developing as he had hoped.
He began to ponder his impression of Qing Hancheng and attempted to engage in a confrontation with him in his mind.
...
...
Time passed day by day.
When there were only five days left until the Mid-Autumn full moon night,
this letter finally reached the hands of Qing Hancheng, who had been in seclusion for a long time.
At the White Bamboo Bell Tower.
Qing Hancheng stood alone with the letter.
This deep-eyed man in a cyan robe was now smiling.
Unlike before, the righteousness at the corners of his eyes had faded, and the aura of transcendence around him was much dimmer.
With hands clasped behind his back, he stood proudly, his long sleeves embroidered with elegant white plums, which had somehow turned into ink-black plums.
