On the Eve of 224

In the days that followed, all was calm, without so much as a ripple.

Xu Yuan had hoped to describe it that way, and indeed, he had been looking forward to it.

Unfortunately, on the second day, as soon as the knocking sounded, he sensed that something was amiss.

Although the two of them had presented themselves as an ordinary couple when they first moved in, the events of the past few days had made the neighbors aware that something was unusual, especially the time when the Saint Heir of the Demon Sect paid a visit. Normally, no one should be bothering them.

So, who could the visitor be?

An Yulan? Or someone from Mo Xianxian's group?

His Divine Sense spread out but was blocked by the visitor.

Xu Yuan frowned slightly, instinctively heightened his alertness, and went to open the door.

When he opened the door and saw Lin Qingque dressed as an ordinary peasant woman in a cloth robe and skirt, he fell silent for a moment.