"This is the sign-in point, and the [Yanhuang Armory] is also in this building. You can go in by yourself; I won't accompany you."
An Rong led Zhu Haomiao to a secluded building in the public leased territory, patted him on the shoulder, and bid farewell at the entrance.
Watching his carefree departure, Zhu Haomiao felt a sense of boldness and freedom that didn't match his age—a spirit belonging to the Jianghu.
Just like those few companions of his, gathering to drink and laugh, then parting ways without hesitation.
But Zhu Haomiao had a feeling that if any of them encountered trouble, the others would undoubtedly risk their lives to help...
With eyes full of envy, he watched An Rong disappear at the end of his sight, then turned and entered the building's entrance. Crossing the threshold, he felt an invisible, resilient membrane blocking him, but it quietly dissipated the moment the Dragon Emblem touched it.
