Wang Anfeng stared dumbfounded at the handsome 'young man' before him, initially in disbelief, and then a surge of joy at the reunion with an old friend took over. The mysterious, accelerated heartbeat he had felt under the moon the previous night did not reoccur, as if it had been merely an illusion all along.
With his right hand pressing against the ground, he leaped to his feet.
Nine months ago, Wang Anfeng was of the same height as Xue Qinshuang, but now, with his martial arts progress and nourishment from elixirs, he had grown taller than his good friend by a slight margin.
Looking at the still handsome 'young man,' who seemed unchanged from yesterday, Wang Anfeng opened his mouth, wanting to say many things, yet all he could manage was:
"You, how did you get here?"
At this reunion, Xue Qinshuang also felt quite pleased and laughed, saying:
"Why can't I come?"