The torrential rain gradually subsided, leaving only sparse specks falling with the cool breeze.
When Ning Bufan returned to the inn, it was already late at night. Someone was waiting for him in the courtyard—a man in black robes and carrying a wooden sword—it was Ye Chen.
"Brother Ye, it's getting late. Why don't you go back to your room and rest?"
Ye Chen leaned against the artificial hill, glanced at Ning Bufan, and pulled an envelope from his robes, handing it to him.
"This afternoon, Jiang Jinyun came here looking for you. He waited for a long time and left a letter, saying he would come again tomorrow."
Ning Bufan took the letter and looked at Ye Chen: "Brother Ye, won't you open it and take a look?"
Ye Chen shook his head, said nothing, casually waved his hand, and walked towa
