In these three days, everyone around Baili An suddenly disappeared.
The wind in this world was so strong it could blow away gentleness.
For Baili An, the spring of his first year in the mortal world was exceptionally cold.
During these three days, he had been very calm, even though there was another living person by his side, the two of them seldom interacted.
After all, what maintained their journey together was only a tough vine that was hard to sever.
Outside the hall, a sparse spring rain fell, striking the bamboo leaves and raising a chill fragrance of light bamboo.
It was still some time before the first night watch, and Baili An had no intention of engaging in meditation and cultivation.
At this moment, his heart could not find peace, and just as he felt bored, several mossy green frogs outside seeking shelter from the rain croaked a few times. With a tinge of dampness, they leapt into the hall.
