The next morning.
Yang Zhenshan arrived at Chongshan Pass, covered in dust and weary from travel. It had been over two years since he last visited Chongshan Pass, but now he had no mood to observe any changes there.
Arriving at the entrance of the Yang family's small courtyard, he didn't even dismount from his horse before Wu Zhan came out to greet him.
"Master!"
"Is the lady injured?"
Yang Zhenshan dismounted from Red Cloud and asked.
"No, the lady and miss are all fine!" Wu Zhan said.
Yang Zhenshan let out a sigh of relief.
Although the guards who reported to him earlier had clarified that Yu Qingyi and Yang Yunxue were unharmed, he still couldn't help but worry.
He hurried into the courtyard and into the main house. Seeing Yu Qingyi resting on a soft couch, that heavy stone in his heart finally fell.
"You're here!"
Yu Qingyi, seeing Yang Zhenshan, smiled warmly.
"Um!"
