"Qi Hao!?"
Under the moonlight, a look of astonishment gradually spread across Jiang Yuan's face.
Since parting ways at Dragon Tiger Mountain, he had envisioned countless scenarios of reunion, yet none resembled the scene before him.
A group of Expert of the Demon Suppression Bureau reverently surrounded Qi Hao, their silent presence emanating authority.
"Jiang Yuan, you've grown stronger," Qi Hao murmured, his calm gaze as still as dead water, causing no ripples.
Even facing his once close friend, he remained unphased.
The sky remained unchanged, but people had changed, and to him, all of it was insignificant.
"You've joined the Demon Suppression Bureau!?" Jiang Yuan's face darkened slightly, not forgetting the implications of his whereabouts.
"Something like that," Qi Hao said indifferently.
"Why?"
"We each took what we needed," Qi Hao's eyes lifted slightly, deep like an abyss, no longer the clear blue they used to be.