A Chance

"I guess you came on time. It'll be a quarter to one o'clock in seven minutes." Cai Yingwu glanced at Yan Liqiang with his eyes that were devoid of any emotion. The chilly wind carried his icy voice. "I almost thought you chickened out. Had that been the case, I would've been extremely disappointed!"

Yan Liqiang's gaze fell on Cai Yingwu's tanned face and swept past the crimson Horned Python Bow he carried on his back. He lifted his head up and looked at the sky above as he mumbled to himself. "In another two years and nine months, it'll be the ninth lunar month in the 17th year of the Yuanping reign. Time really flies…"