My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion

After handling some miscellaneous tasks at the West Factory, Chen Yi sought out his acquaintance, Supervisor Zeng, to delegate some minor duties.

After that, Chen Yi walked home on foot.

Dusk was now close at hand.

The dim yellow hue stretched across the sky, obscured by dark clouds—tonight, it seemed, there would be rain.

Chen Yi stepped into the inner courtyard, his footsteps abruptly stopping.

The door lock had split in two and fallen to the ground.

Chen Yi squinted his eyes, quickly walked forward, and pushed open the door.

The room was empty; Yin Tingxue's figure was nowhere to be seen.

Turning his head, Chen Yi saw a conspicuous note pinned by a silver needle.

[If you don't want the matter of hiding the Saintess to be discovered, let my sister go!]

The handwriting was messy.