The wind blows leaves to fall, and the world is silent.
Two days ago, when the Great Chu Treasure Ship sailed away from the Imperial City, amidst the manifold noises, no one noticed a sickly thin man in a worn-out green robe, silently climb to the top of the city wall, watching the treasure ship depart.
The wind howled as the treasure ship ascended into the sky, speeding toward the south, disappearing from sight.
The strong wind billowed, making the man's robe flap.
"Sir, why have you come?"
Jiang Qihu quickly climbed up to the top of the city wall, hastily offering support.
These days, the gentleman announced his severe illness to the outside world, refusing to see any guests.
At this moment, how could he leave the Book Tower so easily?
"I'm... fine."
Chen Jingxuan smiled and waved his hands, signaling Jiang Qihu not to support him.
Having said that.
