Three days passed in the blink of an eye.
When Su Youyi and the blushing Yu Gejing arrived at the sect's mountain gate, He Zhiqing had already been waiting for a long time beside a withered tree that welcomed spring.
"Chief Li, is it just the three of us?" Su Youyi looked around and couldn't find a fourth person, so she couldn't help but ask He Zhiqing.
"There was supposed to be another senior brother of yours, but he drank too much and is still unconscious," He Zhiqing said helplessly, as he couldn't control such unexpected incidents.
He felt a bit awkward to lead two junior sisters alone, so he thought of inviting Lian Ziliang, a brother renowned for his unparalleled swordsmanship, to accompany him. Unfortunately, this guy was utterly addicted to drinking and insisted on dragging Chan Tian, who had just returned two days ago, to join him in drinking.
