He looked at Fang Cheng, a deep meaning in his eyes:
"Every day when I enter deep meditation, I can sense the flickering lights in the world of consciousness around me."
"Among them, there is one whose light and aura are very similar to yours, who I saw last time in my Spiritual Secret Realm."
"So out of curiosity, I tried to establish a connection, and I didn't expect... it succeeded on the first try."
Fang Cheng understood instantly after hearing this.
"This morning, the person knocking on the door was you."
"It was me."
Cheng Jiashu calmly admitted, but did not reveal that he lived downstairs, keeping a small secret.
Fang Cheng's thoughts raced, naturally thinking of another matter.
In the early hours, in the fog by the sea, the flashing light in that abandoned lighthouse...
Just as he was about to speak and inquire about it, Cheng Jiashu seemed to see through his thoughts and spoke first:
"Speaking of which, the last time we met was at my humble place."
