Fang Ling looked at the tightly closed gates of the Sword Pavilion and couldn't help but smile.

He knew exactly what those two were thinking, afraid he would visit, yet also afraid he wouldn't.

Even though the Sword Pavilion had shut its doors, entering was just a thought away for Fang Ling.

In the room filled with a fragrant breeze, Cangfeng was sitting cross-legged on the bed, cultivating.