Time slipped away like a shuttle.
Inside the Beiyuan Mountain, the mountain village remained as peaceful as ever, with bandits robbing travelers as usual, wild beasts nesting in the forest, the sun and moon alternating in secret, the four seasons changing in endless cycles, everything seemed unchanging...
It appeared that this was the original state of the mundane world.
In the blink of an eye, three months had already passed.
The night was enveloping.
Inside a small courtyard of Beiyuan Village, Lin Yue stood quietly, watching the Seventh Princess outside the courtyard.
At that moment, in front of her was placed an iron chest, and opposite her stood a figure clad in a black robe, head covered by a large hat, with whom she was speaking softly.
Watching her receive a long saber handed over from the robed figure, Lin Yue couldn't help but reveal a trace of a smile.
With less than a month to go, he had finally gathered the ten thousand big money.
