Mo Jue flew toward the Dragon Temple. As for Puppet Wu Xia, it directly turned to ashes.
Lanling, on the other hand, lay on his sofa at home, sipping tea.
The phone rang.
"It's me, An Lan!"
Lanling: "Is there something you need?"
An Lan said, "They've already called to apologize. I also saw the news; Li Yizheng's father has been arrested."
Lanling said, "Hmm."
An Lan: "My father wants to invite you to a meal."
Lanling said, "No need."
There was a silence on An Lan's side, after a while, he said, "Will you be staying in H City during this time?"
"Leaving tomorrow." Lanling said.
"Will you come back?" An Lan asked.
"Won't come back." Lanling said.
An Lan was silent for a long while, then said, "Shall we go to a bar? Just a regular one, although the drinks might be fake, the people there are real."
Lanling thought for a moment and said, "Alright!"
An Lan: "Where are you?"
Lanling: "At home."
"I'll come to pick you up," An Lan said.
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