Immortal Travel of Longevity

That evening, Chen Changsheng was gone.

He shut the door and sat quietly in the small courtyard. As night fell, he turned into drifting sand and vanished silently.

Qingshan City remained as usual.

Heavy mist blanketed the city at dawn, lifting only by morning’s end.

Manager Zhuang told everyone that the gentleman had left. The listeners expressed much regret.

“When will Mr. Jiucha return?”

“Three years.”

“How long?!”

“Not three days, not three months, but three years. Three full years.”