As for the truth, not to mention himself, Wen Rujun and the others must be unaware, they just feel that the descendant of the "Heavenly Scriptures" is wronged.
Su Han shook his head, sitting cross-legged on the bed, contemplating this matter in his heart.
"Master, oh Master, where on earth are you? Your disciple has so many questions to ask you."
Su Han felt helpless. This old drunkard had been missing for so long without any news or contact with him.
"It seems I'll need to go back to the Taoist Temple after some time."
He took a deep breath, striving to calm himself down. Thinking too much was instead affecting his state of mind.
Su Han adjusted his state, closed his eyes, and began to practice.
As night fell gradually.
The night in Qingcheng, unlike coastal cities, gets somewhat cold after dusk, with a considerable difference in temperature between day and night.
The number of people on the streets dwindled, not far from the Xue family mansion, in a hotel.