Yang Fan placed the ancient zither beside him, gazing deeply into the distant sky.
Mu Yuqi, looking at the information above, inadvertently exclaimed, "The Han family in Qianzhou? There doesn't seem to be such a place. The Ancient Sword Sect; I've been in the Miyun Sect for so many years and never heard of such a sect."
"Five or six hundred years have passed; times have changed. No one knows if they still exist, but since they once existed, there should be some traces in this world. We can definitely find them."
Mu Yuqi thought so too and returned the letter to Yang Fan, "Focus on healing first; don't overthink."
Yang Fan agreed and put away the letter. "Do you know how to play the zither?"
Mu Yuqi shook her head, "No."
It's a bit of a pity. Yang Fan really wanted to hear a piece played by Tang Zimo, but unfortunately, he didn't know how she was doing now.
Ten days later, Yang Fan could give up the wheelchair and walk freely.
