The dawn spread out, dyeing the morning clouds a deep red.
Lin Yuan glanced at the direction and was about to take the path and leave.
His front foot just stepped out of the courtyard gate.
"Cough, cough."
A weak cough reached his ears.
"Why is Xi Yuanrong out so early today?!"
Lin Yuan's heart sank at once, but his face still showed a smile: "Sister Xi, good morning."
Xi Yuanrong raised her eyes and nodded.
She took the lead, seemingly jogging in the morning, or maybe deliberately showing herself?
Lin Yuan felt a shock in his heart, hesitating for a moment: "Could Xi Yuanrong have seen through my plan?"
But seeing Xi Yuanrong not following him and walking away alone, seemingly unaware, Lin Yuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
After about a stick of incense time.
In the area where Qingmu Martial Academy was stationed, Lin Yuan's arrival didn't attract much attention.
After passing a few streets, he reached his destination.
