At night, Liu Shisui lay in bed in a daze as he looked through the window at starry sky.
He hadn’t had insomnia for a long time. His peaceful life in the village had at last been disturbed when the messenger from the Mysterious Dark Sect appeared.
Having spent a year at home, he gradually understood why Jing Jiu didn’t speak very much and much preferred to spend his days lost in thought.
Because there were too many things on the mind.
After getting out the bed in the morning, he told his parents he had something to take care of, so he couldn’t go to the field for the time being.
Not long afterwards, there was a knock on the door.
After opening the courtyard door, Liu Shisui found an elder scholar standing outside, his blue colored robe washed a pale white, and his beard also white, radiating an aura that deserved reverence and respect.
Liu Shisui was rather surprised. "A different messenger?" he asked tentatively.