The dawn of Li Xinyuan's 17th birthday brought neither joy nor Liu Mingyun's letter. Xueyue was still woefully absent, and with her, absent was what he hoped to be a response.
Naturally, he received none. All he wanted was reassurance, nothing more.
His heart was in a perpetual state of unrest these days, sleep and rest came to pass on the rarest of occasions.
He would tire himself out with a steady stream of patients and teaching the other doctors at the clinic. Through word of mouth, people found the Divine Phoenix Clinic in Zhejiang Province remarkable.
Still, at night he would lay awake, eyes on the ceiling and ears straining for any noise.
News and words spread fast, and those of any war even faster.
The war between the Heavenly Demon Cult and their long time nemesis XijinYao Clan had officially begun, after this tense standstill for months.
