Deliver The Pill

At night, the lights in the Big Ruins had completely dissipated. Even in the Jiang family's excellent position, no starlights fell. It was as if they were blocked by a massive barrier.

He Jian did not rest in the courtyard as Jiang Yingrong had said. Instead, he walked along the sandalwood path and arrived in front of a well-guarded study in the Jiang Residence. He held the badge in his hand, so no one dared to stop him. Everyone was respectful to him, and their expressions showed it.

"You're here?" There were no emotions in the voice, but it sounded old and seemed to lack Qi and blood.

"After wandering around for so many years, it's time to come back," He Jian responded.

"Yes. After carving wood sculptures for so many years, the arrogance on your body has disappeared, leaving you with a body full of pride. After washing away all the superficialities, you still have a chance to break out of the cocoon and become a butterfly," Jiang Xiaoxu said softly.