Jiang Cheng was taking a walk down the streets— alone, his hands behind his back. He soon got distracted by a certain thought, and before he knew— he accidentally bumped into a tall, familiar figure. He scowled, and looks up at the man, but— then he blinked in surprise; “Zewu-Jun...?”

Lan Xichen was surprised for a moment when he bumped into Jiang Cheng, then he smiled warmly, and his eyes soon softens, pretending as if nothing really happened. He, instead, was actually happy and pleased the moment he bumped into him.

“Greetings, Sect Leader Jiang.” He responded in a gentle voice.