Heavenly Spirit Realm, outside Yinxian City.
Zhao Fuyi, holding a heavy wooden box, found the suburban courtyard mentioned in Lii Jiuchuan's letter within the city.
It was spring, roses covered the courtyard walls, and flower petals were drifting.
The wind chimes jingled, and the courtyard gate was pulled open from inside.
Zhao Fuyi saw Lii Jiuchuan and raised her eyebrows in surprise, "She's not dead yet, and you already look so worried and gaunt?"
At this time, Lii Jiuchuan wore a single garment, exhausted all over, with a bitter smile on the corner of his lips.
"It's not that I'm worried about her, it's just that if she doesn't come soon, I'll have to go back and take over the affairs of the Heavenly Interence Sect. But if I don't see for myself that she's safe, I can't be at ease."
